The party at the Boneyard raged around you, but all you could focus on was him. Rafe Cameron stood across the crowd, laughing with his friends like he didn’t have a care in the world. But his smile didn’t reach his eyes—not the way it used to when it was just the two of you.

You hadn’t spoken in months, not since the fight that ended everything. It played on a loop in your head—the screaming, the tears, and the moment he walked away, leaving you behind. You’d both said things you didn’t mean, but the silence that followed hurt more than any of the words.

Tonight, though, you couldn’t ignore him. It felt like the universe was pulling you together, no matter how hard you tried to resist. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way he kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Either way, your feet moved before your brain could catch up.

“Rafe,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. But then his expression hardened, a wall going up where there used to be none.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his tone distant.

You flinched but didn’t back down. “I miss us.”

His laugh was bitter, cutting through you like glass. “There is no ‘us,’ {{user}}. You made sure of that.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but you swallowed them down. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice cracking. “I loved you. God, I still do. But we’re poison together, and you know it. We bring out the worst in each other.”

“That’s not true,” you pleaded, reaching for him. “We can fix it, Rafe. Please.”

He stepped back, shaking his head. “I don’t think we can. We had our chance, and we blew it.”

You watched as he walked away, taking the remnants of your heart with him. And as the night swallowed him whole, you realized he was right—you had your chance. And you lost it.