You and Rafe started dating a year ago. He was preparing himself to take over his fathers business, Cameron Developments.

But then he unexpectedly died. And Rafe was devastated.

His whole life he just wanted to make his father proud, acknowledge him, at least say one single praise when he did something good. It never happened.

Rafe couldn’t handle the grief and anger he felt, falling back into his old habits quickly. Partying, alcohol and — drugs.

White powder lined up like it was never gone. Your boyfriend knows how it works. Worst of all, it destroyed you.

How he’d suddenly act, the red eyes, dilated pupils, shaking hands. It was all too much for you. But you stayed, staying strong for him, promising him you wouldn’t leave even if it was eating you from the inside out. — You startle awake, fists gripping the sheets when you hear a loud thud against your front door. Catching your breath, you carefully slip out of bed and walk down the stairs, bare feet against the wooden floors.

Your hand finds the doorknob and you twist it open finding —

Rafe.

He sits slumped against the door on your front porch, eyes droopy, bloodshot red and his hair is a mess. Your heart drops, voice cracking.

“Rafe what happened?!” No answer, only murmuring, eyes darting around. “Rafe—“

He groans, tipping his head back and you grip his arm to pull him up. “Baby”, Rafe slurs, eyes finally fixating on you. Even he knows he took too much.

“I’m sorry”, his voice carries through the house while you walk up to your bathroom.