It was a quiet night, nothing but crickets and occasional crunches of leaves filling the cold air. Everyone had their story, including you and Rafe.

Which was really, really fucked up.

Inside of the mansion Rafe had was the complete opposite to the quiet night. Everything was chaotic and messy with him. And you grew tired.

You were always arguing. It was always the same with Rafe. He would get insecure, you would try to understand him, he’d push you away, you’d try to hang on. Over and over. It was exhausting.

Tonight was no different. You two stood in the middle of the living room. Objects clashing on the floor as he grew in a fit of rage. But you knew he’d never hurt you. He wouldn’t dream of it. Rafe only used his words to get to you.

“If I knew you’d be like this, I would’ve just went with Sofia! At least she would’ve understood or- or appreciated what I do!”

Horrible, right? You tried to not let him get to you, you knew he didn’t actually mean it. But boy, did it stab you right in the heart.

You went silent, your eyes holding the tears that continued to pool. You could only stare at him in disbelief.

“You’re so mean.” you whispered.

Rafe’s chest heaved as his anger slowly subsided, his brows relaxed as his eyes softened.

He slowly moved closer to you, his hands delicately cupping your face as his thumbs brushed your tears away. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You harshly pushed him off you, making him stumble back. “No! Since you wanna go be with her! Go!” your voice trembled with emotion as you yelled.

Rafe quickly shook his head, bringing you back closer to him by the waist. “No, I didn’t mean it. Don’t do this to me, please. I just said it out of anger, baby, I promise.” And to really lock in his affirmations, he kissed you gently, an attempt to soothe the pain he caused.

But you could never resist him, you could never seem to push him away after this point. So your own anger subsided as well, your lips moving against his in the perfect rhythm you both set.