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Good fucking lord I love a good story that stamps out any happy ending i eat that shit up 😭🫶🫶
in London: but in my mind I play it back
Rafe x Reader
Warnings: mentions of cheating
Note: Another random drabble idea that popped into my head. This can be read as a stand-alone but it is the same Rafe and Reader as in London: I break done cause you're not around I might continue doing angst drabbles for this and by that I mean I have one other idea rattling inside my brain for this universe.
Not KS related.
Word Count: 914
Summary: Rafe sees her for the first time in years. He learns something that shows him he needs to let go.
He didn’t want to wake up today. Something was telling him to stay in bed a little longer and take his time.
He’s older now, more disciplined. Even on his day off he has to be out of bed and doing something. Today it was going to the grocery store.
He freezes when he sees her in the parking lot as he’s grabbing his reusable bags from the backseat of his truck. Her hair looks freshly cut and styled. The breeze makes her look like she’s just stepped out of a magazine shoot.
She looks older, grown up and just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. His breath is shallow as she turns around with the empty shopping cart ready to put it away.
Their eyes meet for the first time in years. Hers go wide when she notices him.
He didn’t want to wake up today.
“Hey.” He says awkwardly. He’s fidgeting with the straps of the bags in his hand and bouncing from one foot to the other.
“Hi.” She gives him a small wave, her body turned, slightly as she pushes the shopping cart into another one.
“How are you? Been a long time.” He walks closer to her but keeps a good distance between them.
She bods agreeing with his statement, “I’m well! How have you been?”
“Good, yeah, no I’ve been good.” Her body is still halfway turned to him. Showing him that she can’t stay for long.
“You look good.” He has no filter when it comes to her. Wants to be polite and not tell her that he’s still in love with her. That he’ll probably never not be.
“Thank you. You too.” She motions in the direction of her car, opening her mouth to say something but he cuts her off.
“Are you here to see family?” She doesn’t come to the outer banks anymore. No one ever sees her around. She lives in London. That’s all he knows. He thinks back to the days when he knew every little thing about her. The smell of her perfume, how many sugars she took in her coffee, the looks she gave him and the meanings behind every little micro expression. When she loved him.
“Uh-“ she swallows and smiles, “I’m here for my wedding.”
His mouth goes dry. His hands start to shake so he puts them in fists and digs his nails into his palm to stop the pain from spreading into his heart. She stares at him, a soft smile still on her lips. She’s so beautiful he could die right now and be content with it. Seeing her happy would be enough for him even if it’s not directed at him like it used to be.
She’s getting married. The girl he gave a promise ring to in their last year of high school is getting married and it’s not to him. Because he fucked up. Because she stopped looking at him like that the minute he betrayed her. His heart aches. It tells him to do something. To tell her that he loves her, get on his knees, and beg her to run away with him. It screams at him to stop the wedding. To fight one more time and leave a fire in his wake so she has no choice but to follow.
He can’t do that to her. He ruined her one too many times, he’s hurt her enough. She deserves better than him. She deserves to be happy. Deserves someone who didn’t sleep with her best friend. It hurts. It kills him to think this way. He wishes he could be the guy waiting on the other end of the aisle. He isn’t. Not in this life at least. He only has himself to blame.
“Congratulations.” He tells her. His hands still in fists at his side.
“Thank you!” She smiles wider, “It was nice to see you, I should get going.” She goes to turn around again but he can’t let her leave. Not yet.
“Are you happy?” He swallows.
She nods at him, “so happy.” His heart leaps for her once more.
“Good. Yeah, you deserve that.”
“Thank you, Rafe.” He hasn’t heard her say his name without hostility in such a long time. He melts at the sound of it leaving her lips.
He loves her. God does he love her.
And he lost her.
“Bye, Rafe.” She waves.
“Bye.” He whispers to himself, watching her walk away and get into her car.
The next time he sees her, if he sees her, she’ll be married. The woman he loves will be gone.
Anyone who knows him will know that after all these years he was still holding out hope. He thought that one day he would gather enough courage to go find her in London and make her believe him when he told her he had changed. He would fight for her and their love and he would be the one to get down on one knee and ask her for forever.
He dreamed that they would bump into each other at the beach by Tannyhill because she would be drawn there by their memories and he would ask her to come inside and they would start their journey back to each other.
She’s getting married. This weekend she’s getting married.
That alone leaves him empty of all the hopes and dreams.
He lets go.
He didn’t want to wake up today.
SEASON 4 DREW FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY WE GOT A TRAILER AND PHOTOS OH MY GOD
