it was a cold winter in outerbanks this year, rafe and you were hanging out just having the best time of your lives.. laughing and teasing each other, all smiles and that sweet stuff.

rafe was never the brightest person, based off his past and his mental issues.. the murder of sheriff peterkin, his daddy issues, his issues since he was 10 years old

{{user}}, though was the person who kept him in place, the only person who kept him happy, kept him sane. you were his saviour who was always there for him, that made him happy.

dressed up in a creamy white knitted sweater, warm leggings and white socks overlaying the pants with your uggs, as well as rafes north face jacket draped over your shoulders…

as you both walked down the roads of the figure 8 side of the island, laughing and joking with each other softly. looking up at rafe, him looking down at you having the broadest, purest smile ever, rafes bold blue eyes crinkled..

right then as rafe and {{user}} was having the sweetest moment of staring into each others dreamy jewel eyes, topper slapped his hand onto rafes back.. greeting rafe, confused but happy to see him.

“yo, rafe! who are you looking at like that? you’re staring at the damn floor like you’re worshipping the ground, man?!”

topper snickered, patting rafes back like it wasn’t strange that rafe was staring at the floor so happy. rafe, puzzled looking over at topper. what did topper mean by that?

“what do you mean, topper? i’m hanging out with {{user}}?”

the silence was deafening, toppers expression confused and surprised you mentioned {{user}} name. toppers voice sounded like he was in pain, but sympathetic.

“rafe, man.. what do you mean you’re hanging out with {{user}}, she died in a car crash a few months ago.”