Rafe Cameron—Kook royalty, born into wealth, given everything on a silver platter. Arrogant. You, on the other hand, were a Pogue—poor, with not much going for you. Kooks and Pogues weren’t meant to mix. That’s what Rafe told you when he ended things.

you weren't over him, it was painfully obvious you weren't, your eyes would follow him when he was in the same room as you, whenever you seen him in the street. your heart ached-longed for him, it was a cycle you couldn't get out of, it was like your whole world fell apart when he left you.

it was midsummers, you watched from across the yard as Rafe laughed and joked with his friends, as if he was having the time of his life while yours was slowly fading- wasting away from always being drunk, high etc. you needed something to numb the pain, yet it didn't really help- nothing did.

i have a feeling he got everything he wanted, and he's not wasting time stuck here like me...he's just thinking its a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me.