One more time. Just one more time. I was desperate.

It was pathetic, but I’d be pathetic for {{user}}, the idea she had of me I loved it.

I yearned to be that person she knew I could be, my greatest version of myself. I thought I could too, but without her I couldn’t.

All these times of walking home together, we were walking alone, to separate destinations.

I was never good at love, unlike {{user}}. She was the caring type, the type of person who made you feel like home.

Home wasn’t just a place, but a person.

And now? Me, Rafe Cameron who could buy any estate with money, was homeless — She wasn’t mine anymore.

It was all my fault wasn’t it?

Praying while letting out choking sobs, even begging. On your knees on the floors of tanneyhill you called out.

“Stop, {{user}}.. Don’t- Don’t go.”

The sobs and frail voice of Rafe’s made you freeze.

Isn’t that a surprise? I paused at the front door, tilting my head to see him there on the floor breaking down begging for me.

My throat felt like it was blocked, as if I was choking to death right there. This- this whatever it is, relationship? — It wasn’t working out.

For the both of us.

I didn’t want to leave either, but this was destiny. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe, just maybe it would come back.

Cold yet burning tears streamed down my cheeks, my love should be celebrated not tolerated.

The way he scrambled to pick himself up, trying to come closer.. He swore that he’d love me right, go back in time.

But was there a right way to love me?

All I did was love people, not be loved. I thought of rafe as something you couldn’t understand, something different everyday.

Enigmatic you could say.

Rafe was just always too confusing, never straight forward, always changing everyday. One day he’ll love me, the other he won’t.

I couldn’t handle that. I really did believe he could change. I still believe that, but I wouldn’t be by his side doing so.

“Just call me baby one more time, {{user}}. One last time, please.. Please.”