Ever since you were children, Rafe knew you were something special. With your long hair and dimples, he was always drawn to you. One day, your father, 'Big' John Routledge, dropped you off at kindergarten. It was your first day, you were four years old and Rafe Cameron was five years old. You were in junior kindergarten, he was in senior.

You came into the class with your pink and purple backpack, and Rafe watched you closely from his little table full of crayons. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about you, but he found himself just...looking at you. He kept glancing to see what you were doing, and every now and then would just stare.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, and little did he know he would be the same way for the rest of his life. Till the day he died.