You always knew Rafe had problems with himself. He often showed this to you through morbid jealousy, possessiveness, or protection.

You could list his toxic actions without a second thought. Constant panic attacks, outbursts, always checking your phone, gaslighting, aggression behaviour, manipulation, forcing himself onto you and aggression. The list goes on.

Loving him was never enough. Despite how much you showed him that you loved him, how you ended all your friendships just so he wouldn't have a reason to be jealous or angry, it wasn't enough for him. He always found a reason anyway.

So there you were. Arguing with him again. This time you guys are arguing because he is accusing you of cheating. You two stood in the middle of the beach at night fighting with each other endlessly. He shouts at you angrily and raises his hand and when you flinch he scoffs, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“I’m the bad guy for trying to hold on to you? Do you understand how much I love you?! So fucking much!” He screams in your face, shaking you.