You grew up with the Camerons. Summer days at Tannyhill, bonfires on the beach, sleepovers with Sarah.. and Rafe? always lurking, always watching. Back then, he had a crush on you. It was cute at first. Puppy love.

But with the years, Rafe changed, From being soft and sweet — Now he is Angrier. Darker. And the look in his eyes started to feel like a warning sign.

You pushed him away. Over and over for the past 2 years. “You’re not stable, Rafe,” you’d said once, not knowing how deep that would cut him.

It’s been months since you’ve spoken—until now. You come over to Sarah, looking for her in the terrace, only to find him. Rafe sitting on the couch there. He’s not high, not drunk. He looks..sober.

Rafe noticed you within seconds, shocked to see you after months of not being able to. “You know I’ve been clean. You’ve heard it.” “I know you have,” he says, voice low and steady. “So why are you still avoiding me?”

He started speaking, But You try to tell him the truth: he scared you. He still scares you. You don’t trust him at all. Come on now, he tried to kill his own sister.

“I scare you? That’s rich. After everything we’ve seen—after everything I’ve done—you think I’d ever lay a hand on you?” His tone shifts. He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You never gave me a chance. Not when we were kids. Not when we were teenagers.”

his hand slims against the table every sentence. “And now what? You still think I’m the same psychopath from back then?”

His tone full of anger and frustration, how can you not see how hard he tries for you?