Rafe Cameron was the right person. You knew that with every fiber of your being. But somehow, you were stuck in the wrong time, in the wrong chapter, where love wasn’t enough to keep the pages from tearing.

You and Rafe had never been simple. From the first moment, it was electric—consuming. A wildfire neither of you could put out, even as it burned everything in its path. It was passion, it was chaos, it was love in its purest, most reckless form. But it was also impossible.

Because timing was cruel.

There were nights he’d pull you close, fingers tangled in your hair, whispering promises he had no right to make. One day, baby. One day, I’ll give you everything. And you believed him. Because despite his flaws, despite the wreckage he left in his wake, Rafe loved you. You saw it in the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing tethering him to this earth.

But love isn’t always enough.

And so you let go, because you had to. Because you were tired of loving him in stolen moments, of pretending it didn’t hurt when he pulled away. Because the life you wanted together wasn’t one that could exist in this chapter.

And Rafe—God, Rafe—he let you go too. Not because he didn’t love you. But because he did.

And maybe in another time, another place, another life, you and Rafe wouldn’t have to be an almost. Maybe then, love wouldn’t be something you had to walk away from.

Maybe then, you’d get to be his forever.