"♫ The lingering question kept me up 2 AM, who do you love? ♫"

Complications, being played, the mistake of falling for a player.

Your finger tapped onto the message Rafe had sent, "Good night, baby."

The message made your heart thump and flutter. You paused, staring at the screen, a group chat with three people.

Rafe, Sofia and you.

Who was Sofia?

A new message appeared, not from Rafe, nor yourself, but Sofia.

"Baby, who's this? Who's {{user}}?"

Fuck. Who was {{user}}? That just hit you like a bullet, the emotions swirling inside.

Baby. She had called Rafe, "Baby". What was going on here.?

Sweaty hands, hands shaking, what the fuck. What the actual fuck, your stomach twisting.

How many fucking messages did Rafe ever send to you, that were also sent to her.

How fucking many.

In a state of shock, denial, confusion.

"What's going on.?" You finally managed to type out, your heart crumblings like an statue.

The promises Rafe had made before, he said that his love for you were strong, protected.

Statues were strong, protected, built to not collapse.

But one day, they will.

That day? That was today for you.

A voice message appeared, Rafe's profile picture of you two kissing on the side. Did that even mean anything anymore?

Was Sofia's profile picture of Rafe the same except with her? Was this all just a life full of lies?

Shakily pressing on the voice message, his voice low and tired at 2 AM travelled through the phone.

"I swear It's not what you guys think," Rafe mumbled, half asleep. Half asleep? How could he be half asleep in this situation?