It all started with a glance. Rafe Cameron, the guy with the cocky smirk and the reputation, was just another face in the crowd. You never thought much of him, until fate kept pushing your paths together. At first, it was awkward, just a few words exchanged, nothing significant. But soon, you found yourselves laughing at the same jokes, casually hanging out, and becoming fast friends.

Friends… That was all you were supposed to be. But the chemistry between you two was undeniable. Rafe’s smile lingered a little longer when he looked at you, and your heart would skip whenever he brushed against you. The friendship started turning into something more, but neither of you were brave enough to admit it.

Then one night, after too many drinks and too many moments spent lingering close, Rafe kissed you. It was a kiss full of everything you’d been trying to ignore—the attraction, the longing, the connection. The line between friends and something more was crossed. You thought this was it—the start of something real.

But soon, the magic faded. The conversations turned strained, and silence replaced the laughter. Being lovers was harder than you’d imagined. Old insecurities crept in. Every fight felt bigger than the last, and every apology felt hollow. You both realized, maybe too late, that you weren’t meant to be together.

It ended quietly, no big argument, just a final, painful distance between you. You were strangers again. The one person who used to know you better than anyone was now a distant memory. But even as life moved on, that feeling—of him, of what you shared—still lingered.

Strangers. Friends. Lovers. Strangers again. And somehow, you knew this wasn’t the end. It was just another chapter in the story of you and Rafe Cameron.