Your fingers trail across Rafe’s t-shirt, lifting it up you bring the fabric to your nose, inhaling the scent of him that still lingers on the fabric. You glance at the box of his things that you’d spent the day packing up. You’re torn about putting the shirt in there, or putting it on and wrapping yourself up in the reminder of him.

Sighing, you pull the shirt over your tank top, letting the fabric caress your skin like his hands used to. All those nights you’d spent in his arms as he memorized your body, drawing out pleasure from you in a way no one ever had. To think those nights are just over now is almost too much for you to bear. How do you heal a broken heart? How do you stop it from breaking over and over every time you think of him?

i’m holding out hope for you to say don’t go

Your front door swings open, clicking shut behind Rafe. He’s here for his stuff, and the idea that this will be the last time he sets foot in your apartment makes you want to scream. But you won’t, you’ll fight those feelings so he doesn’t see.

Rafe gives you a sad smile as he comes to stand across from you. His gaze moves from the box in front of you to your face, taking in every little detail. The freckles that still dusted your nose. The way his shirt clings to your curves. The way your lips parted as you inhaled. He’s never wanted something more in his life more than he currently wants to press his lips against yours.

“That’s everything” you say softly. It strikes you how sad it is that every memory you have with someone can so easily be packed away into a box.

He nods, wordlessly picking up the box. He wants to throw his arms up in frustration. To tell you how he’d been drowning without you. To tell you how broken he’d been. Instead he forces himself to swallow back all of the words swirling around inside of him. It leaves his throat dry.

If there was anything the two of you were experts at, it was not saying what you were feeling.

I would stay forever if you say don’t go, but you won’t, but you wont