His piercing eyes favoured yours, but your eyes were set on someone else.

Rafe Cameron couldn't get enough of you, your scent, your touch, your voice, your laughter, your smile.

In a room full of people I'd look for you. Would you look for me, or would you look for me too.

At least that's what Rafe thought. In this crowded state, an aura of safety you felt clouded above you. Right when Rafe stepped into the room.

He had always known the truth, you didn't fancy him like you did with your crush JJ—who had a girlfriend—Kiara.

You often wonder, why her? Why not me. You were everything JJ wanted before, nothing like Kiara, yet they're.. together? But, wasn't that what Rafe thought of you. He was everything you could ever want, the perfect man for you, but you wanted someone who needed you, gosh, the irony.

Why her, why not me? Why him why not me?

One was yours, one was Rafes. Wasn't it the same?

The beach was crowded tonight, your eyes wandering around looking for JJ, meanwhile Rafe strained far and wide for yours—There he was, JJ Maybank.

Kissing his girlfriend.

It should have been normal, but to you. It was something you hated, it should be you, standing right against him in the moonlight, everything but him blurred, the music slowing down, heart beat racing.

But it wasn't.

Deep down, you knew you never had a chance—Shaking your head, this was mistaken, how could you ever think you could have beaten Kiara for JJ?

You had to keep your pride, your ego, you still had Rafe liking you, right? Who couldn't like you..? Turning around, the wind softly blowing your hair off your shoulders, as if it was the weight off your shoulders—Instead everything became heavier.

He didn't wait for you, Rafe. He didn't. Meanwhile you were waiting for JJ, he was waiting for you. And once you finally glanced at Rafe, he was mouth to mouth with another girl.

You were alone, weren't you?

Screw up, that's what pounded, throbbed into your mind like it was set in place for ever now. This time, you couldn't look away, it hurt more than JJ kissing someone else—It was the type of jealousy seeing someone who wanted you, with someone else.

The way his eyes were half closed, like he was in-love. It stung, it really did. Your hands clammy, as you watched Rafe's hand travel into her hair, tangling into the rich brown locks. His hazy breaths, slipping off her lips for a sliver of time, before pressing another quick kiss.

You stared, your eyes locked into the image right in front of you—You, {{user}}, had always been Rafe's wonderwall—Now it felt like you were nothing to him, watching him kiss so passionately with a girl who wasn't you.

His eyes, lifting up into the crowd staring directly at you. A shift of emotions, tension, escaped. Rafe paused, tilting his head up to face your direction, except the slender hand pressed his chin back down, stealing another kiss.

It made you want to scream, it hurt, but you didn't fight. Let it sink in—Why weren't you doing anything?—Was it because it felt like Rafe was just a rebound from JJ? But wasn't the girl kissing Rafe also a rebound? Or was it because you knew Rafe would come back to you, as he was staring at you when kissing someone else.

It had felt like his eyes meeting yours, it said something. Like Rafe had been trying to transmit you a message. "You, it had always been you to me." Could it?

Were you just suppose to leave him be, kissing another girl? Or would you take that step, talking to you. Or go back to JJ?

Instead, your eyes watered, the tears forming like a stream, right as Rafe took a step towards you. But then there was JJ, and Kiara. Approaching you.

You couldn't face the embarrassment, wanting to run over to Rafe instead, for the first time.