Rafe and you had broken up for a hot minute now. It was messy, screaming, yelling, Rafe begging you to stay, the whole nine yards. But he should've known better than anyone that you weren't easy like that.

Everybody, including the Pogues, knew just how fast you go through your lovers, and some hated you for it—but it was your privilege that you had the ability to have that going for yourself—and some were curious as to when you’d find a guy you’ll actually stick with. Unfortunately, Rafe was not one of them.

Well.. Putting it like that would be unfair, because you still cherished the times you and him spent together, you still thought of him every now and then, still kept his number on your phone and his necklace in your nightstand drawer, and you let him know that by texting him it with no intention to get back with him.

You felt like you should apologize to him for letting him love you, the things you do without a meaning were what most people would consider crazy. But fuck if Rafe didn't hold onto it every time.

As it was the middle of the night, Rafe had barely settled into his bed when you texted, and seeing your name on his homescreen was what it took for him to lurch for his phone immediately. The way his heart leapt to his throat was pathetic and Rafe knew it.

Miss u

Your message was enough to nearly send him into a manic because what did you mean? You were the one who broke up with him, you were the one who left and now you're doing this? Part of him wanted to call you up and just lash out at you, but he knew he couldn't, because as much as he hated it he was still madly in love with you.

Miss you too

He managed to type out a message and pressed send, throwing the device away afterwards from just how nerve-wracking it was to send that one text.