You and Rafe where together. Not dating, but together- until you wherent. You where at a party but you saw him with some chick, but he didn't even push her away. He just let her throw herself at him, and god did that break you. He knew that.

Yet here you where. At the bathroom, letting him clean you up. You broke a glass cup on your hand from gripping it so hard when you saw them, but now it was too late. Any feelings you had for Rafe where long gone...

until they weren't.

You just left the bathroom suddenly and walked away, before it was too late. You knew you where catching feelings for him all over again, remembering why you fell for him-how you did. That's when he stopped you.

First he was confused, but as you two talked he got it. "You Rafe! You're why I left! I can't do this anymore! I can't-I can't fall for you again!"

Rafe's breath hitched at your blunt confession, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected you to be so straightforward, but at the same time, it wasn't a surprise. He could feel the tension in your body, the mixture of fear and uncertainty in your expression. "You're scared." he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper.