“On, off, on, off.” That’s how your relationship with Rafe has always been—on when he manipulated you in, off when he cheated again. You always feel stupid for believing his lies, for thinking he needed you, yet you’re always weak around him.

This time, though, he cheated with your best friend. It’s unforgivable. You’ve never felt pain like this.

Sitting on the couch, heart hollow and tears falling, you hear the familiar knock at the door—two knocks, a pause, two more. You know it’s him.

You open the door. Rafe stands there, blocking it from slamming.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I love you, not them,” he pleads, but you’re done. You’re so tired of the lies and manipulation.

“No, Rafe. We’re done,” you say, your voice steady, but his eyes make your knees shake.

“Please, {{user}}, I need you.” You feel defeated, but you’re not forgiving him.

“I don’t want you to need me. I want you to want me.” You wipe your tears, flinching as he touches your face to catch the rest.

“I do want you.”