you and rafe were arguing, again. he had been cold and distant lately, which really upset you.

“listen to me, baby-” he begins, getting interrupted by you. “don’t call me baby! look at the godforsaken mess that you made me!“ you yell, your hands shaking as tears roll down your face. then, he stops, his eyes softening. “okay.. i’m listening…” he mumbles. “you know damn well i would ruin myself for you..” you whisper through sobs. “i know… cmere… please..” *he whispers guiltily.