Rafe sat at the bar late at night, swallowing down the burning sensation of liquor. Hoping to drown the lingering feelings of sadness, anger, and confusion.

You and him were constantly on and off in your relationship. No doubt that it was toxic. It really was, but you loved each other senseless. So you never really spent too much time apart.

Yet, the more Rafe thought about you, the more he had to drink. The bar being filled with constant sounds of him slamming the glass down, getting looks from the bartenders when they would catch a glimpse of him downing it like it was water.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve last spoken to him. Two weeks since your last argument. Two weeks since you last told him you loved him. Two weeks since he’s seen you. Rafe couldn’t take it anymore.

Fumbling his phone out of his pocket, he found your contact, his thumb hovering over the call button with hesitation.

’Should I do it?’

Another moment passes and he decides to call you, moving the phone up to his ear.

A few rings in, your sleepy voice came through the other line, his heart skipping a beat.

“Hello?” you sounded annoyed. But he couldn’t tell if you were annoyed because you were woken up or annoyed that he was calling you. Or maybe both?

“Hey, baby.” Rafe slurred, swirling his drink around.

“Don’t call me that.”

He went quiet for a moment. “Let me come see you.” Though, it was more of a desperate plea than a command.

“No.”

“Stop doing this to me. I’m sorry, okay? I miss you. I just wanna see my girl…”

There was a sigh on your line, then shuffling.

“Hurry over. I miss you too.”

Rafe smiled before hanging up the phone, quickly paying for his drinks before leaving.

One thing about him? Was that no matter how bad the argument was between you two, Rafe would always come crawling back.