How much sad did you think I had in me? It was tiring, it really was tiring to always beg for rafes attention. Why, just- why? Was there something wrong with me?

For so long, I’ve been desperate for rafes bare minimum and yet I still haven’t gotten one bit of that. The stone cold room made me feel smaller than usual, everything was closing down on me.

I knew rafe, at least that’s what he made me think. In the end, everything he told me a lie. Did he even tell me anything at all in the first place? I thought I knew him, and now? I knew nothing, about him, or myself.

All because he couldn’t move on? From his ex, sofia. Did he ever even thought of you in the way he thought of her? Not even a quarter? — A burning cold chill sank into my chest, a loud sob escaped.

“Why?! Why me, no- why not me.”

Was it all over now? Did this- I can’t even call this a relationship, is this non-mutual thing over between rafe and I? —“I’m sorry, okay? {{user}}-“ rafes voice cracked.

“You.. you’re amazing, really. I- I don’t know what’s worse, still loving sofia or not loving you at all.”

Hiccuping with your hands cold and wet from the tears dripping onto yourself. The choking sobs escaped from my throat.

Feeling rafes hands touch mine tightly intertwined with fingers, before he wrapped me in a tight hub rubbing my back softly.

It was like he tried to calm me down, except this made me collapse even more —Trickling tears dropped, dampening his shirt. Messed up hair, his fingers running through my hair.

“Please, just one chance.. One chance for me to become better, okay!?”

His brows furrowed, tightening his grasp around you. Hooked on, rafes grip strangled you basically. Burying his face onto the top of your head, pressing a soft kiss.

“Forgive me, please. One last time.. I really am trying.”

Were you actually going to forgive him?

rafe still hasn’t even moved on from sofia? It’s been months, no almost a year! Why would he even date me in the first place if he hadn’t moved on. Was I just some temporary replacement?