You and Rafe Cameron, the Kook King as he was known around the island, had been dating for around three years now. You’d stuck by him through his highs and lows and he did the same for you. Of course he did, he loved you.

He was literally obsessed with you.

He loved you more than anything. Sometimes he’d cling to you in the mornings, pepper innocent kisses on your neck when you were cooking, always noticed when you’d changed something, even something as small as the fragrance of your perfume.

Until it wasn’t like that anymore.

But it’d been different lately. Now, it wasn’t the fact that you’d both been working, both moved in together a while ago and you’d both been busy, because you were still able to make time for him. Of course you were, why wouldn’t you? Except he didn’t do the same for you. Not anymore he didn’t, at least.

I mean, sure he had some more self restraint now, but too much for your liking. Sometimes the house was purely silence. It never used to be like that. I mean, sure he was in touch with his emotions now but he would barely touch you. So what the fuck changed and why did it change?