rafe quit. he quit for you.

the thoughts sounded better in his head, repeating it back to himself over and over and over.

he felt like he was driving himself crazy. but the mere thought of {{user}} always calmed him down. like a superpower that {{user}} didn’t even know they had.

there was a party happening down the street, the place practically a gold mine of coke, pills- any drug he could get his hands on.

no, he can’t. he told you that he’d stop. that he’d lay off the drugs for you.

but man- the temptation was taking over.

so he did what he knew was best. he went to your goddamn place of work.

watching as you waited the tables and the wreck, the restaurant where you worked. just waiting for you to get off so he didn’t go to the party.