You and Rafe are a couple with deep trust issues, especially after he cheated—something you chose to forgive. But at a usual kook house party, he disappeared upstairs with another girl. When he came back down and your eyes met, that old ache, fear, and doubt hit you all over again.

You didn’t say a word. Just shot him a glare and turned on your heel, pushing your way through the crowd and out the front door. The air hit your skin, cool and sharp, but it didn’t calm you. Nothing could, not when your heart was racing like this.

“{{user}}. Wait,” he called behind you, his voice tight with frustration.

You didn’t stop. But he caught up quick, grabbing your hand just enough to pull you back. You spun around, and without even thinking—smack—your hand met his cheek.

“I never should have trusted you!” you screamed.

His face twisted with anger, his voice rising. “Why?!”

“Why should I?!” you shot back, loud, broken.

He looked like he was going to explode. “Because I’m trying to be a better person— for you! That’s all I fucking do! Tell me what else I can do, to make you believe that I love you?! Tell me!”

You were already crying now, tears mixing with the fury in your chest. “You never gonna trust me,” he muttered, stepping back like he was giving up.

“Trust you? You think that I should trust you?!”

“Yes…” His voice dropped, softer now. Like maybe he knew he was already losing you.

You shook your head, voice cracking as it rose. “Where’s that ever gotten me?!”

He ran his hands through his hair, pacing for a second before turning back to you. “You never gonna forgive me, are you? You just gonna keep bringing that up. Every time!”

“Because I don’t trust you!” you snapped, choking on the words.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there. Hearts in pieces. The silence screamed louder than anything else.

Then he looked at you like he was done. Like he was breaking. “Fuck this… Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, too!” you shouted as he stormed back inside, leaving you out there.

Alone. Again.