You and Rafe have been childhood friends—never quite knowing where your bond would lead, but it definitely wasn’t like this.

You’re lying on Rafe’s bed, staying over because your parents are fighting again. Ward and Rose always let you stay when things get tense at home—it affects you too much.

“I don’t wanna be here,” you say, sighing. Rafe jerks up, panic flashing in his eyes as he looks at you, but you just stare at the ceiling.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere,” you say, your voice uncharacteristically heavy with sadness. He looks at you, sympathy in his gaze.

“{{user}}, I love you.”

What?