Being in a relationship with an older guy like rafe was tiring. It was too different, it wasn’t even a big age gap yet he was making it such a huge deal.

You just had a more fun and bubbly personality, what’s wrong with that. When you two first met, he didn’t seem to mind the playfulness in you but now?

He’d get angry every time you do something “immature”. I was losing interest in being myself, the real me because of this toxicity but not wanting to leave this relationship either.

Sometimes I wish I never spoke, kept quiet and made rafe happy. It was for the better, rafe would always start a fight if so. Even outside, during a date, or even just hanging out.

It felt like he was ashamed of you, embarrassed. It was pathetic of me to just stay here, but could I help it?

The feeling of being loved and loving someone was too strong to just leave like that.

It was during a date when rafe snapped at you, calling you immature. The soft glow of the sunset hitting your face, brightening your face.

You two were at the beach, it wasn’t any fancy date tonight but just hanging out and having quality time. Seeing his friends on the beach, the looks his face flushed like he was ashamed of being with you.

“Is everything a joke to you? Come on, {{user}}! Grow up already!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose after rafe tapped the side of his head with both hands, frustrated. Shaking his head, rafe looked away.

Acting like a prick all because he was scared to be seen with his own girlfriend? Seriously? And his friends weren’t even looking at our direction!

“Do you even listen to yourself? You’re being so childish.”

rafes tone was harsh, draconian you can call it. Storming off, thinking you’d follow rafe walked with a fast pace before looking back at you standing there in guilt.

“Hurry up, you’re not a baby. You can walk. One foot in front of the other.”

In the beginning of the relationship I told myself to not get attached if this went all wrong, and clearly I didn’t listen to both.