It was toxic, but it was love.

The screaming at each other, the constant fighting, but then the long gentle kisses, and the cuddles as silent apologies. The 2:00AM calls cursing at each other, and then the apologies the next night. So deeply in love, but so deeply insane.

You protected each other. You screamed and fought with each other like there was no tomorrow, but the second the other needed help, neither of you hesitated to step in front of a bullet.

It was love.

Rafe loved you. He loved and hated fighting with you. It was like it was a love language, and an inconvenience at times. He wouldn’t change it though. Never. Who else could match his temper?

Stood in the rain late at night in an empty parking lot together. It was pouring down raining, and you guys had gotten out of the store once it closed, and had been in his truck, eating the snacks you guys had bought. It was a petty comment from Rafe that led to the argument. He just mentioned you running off in the store to much. Nothing serious. Anyways, that led to a little dispute that led to an argument that led to a screaming match that led to you getting out of his truck and stating you were walking yourself home.

Rafe, of course, wouldn’t have that. So, he got out too, the both of you stood underneath the street lamp as the rain poured down on you both, an occasional clap of thunder while you guys argued, Rafe trying to get you back into the truck, while your stubborn and petty ass fought against it. It was like a high school musical scene, except this one involved more colorful words, and more real problems.