𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

We're gettin' closer, inches away
Lose composure, favourite mistake
Friendship's over, won't be the same

I lay on the pristine deck of Rafe's yacht, the gentle rocking of the waves beneath me matching the rhythm of my heartbeat. The sun casted a golden glow over everything, making the sea sparkle like a million diamonds. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth seep into my skin while I took a sip of the cocktail in my hand.

Suddenly, I heard a splash of water,and I turned my head to see Rafe appearing from the crystal-clear ocean. Water cascaded down his chest, glistening like liquid silver. He climbed up the ladder with effortless grace and grabbed a towel that was lying on the lounger next me. "Enjoying yourself?"he asked, his voice a perfect blend of charm and care.

"How could I not?"
I stretched out, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of the chair. He leaned down, placing a kiss on my lips."Good,"he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine. "You deserve this,"

The ocean breeze mixed with the hint of his cologne, making me feel dizzy and thrilled..Oh God.

"You're so beautiful that it hurts, Ann,"he whispered.

Slowly, he lifted me up, his strong hands gripping my thighs securely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our bodies pressed close together. His eyes were pierced to mine as he held me, the world around us fading into a blur.

"You're mine," i declared, my voice steady but filled with intensity. As the world left my mouth, a soft smile spread across his face.
"All yours,"he replied, his tone dripping with possessiveness...

Flashback end

I woke up in the middle of the night, the room shrouded in darkness except for the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. I reached out beside me, only to find the empty, cold space where Rafe should have been. The emptiness hit me hard, a reminder of the fight.

Sitting up,I wrapped my arms around my knees, feeling the ache in my chest grow stronger.I knew he was out drinking and doing cocaine, trying to drown the pain and anger. My mind raced with memories of him: his laugh, his touch, the way he looked at me as if I was the only person in the world for him.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized just how much I missed him, missed his closeness and the comfort of his presence. Despite the argument, the love I felt for him was still there.I longed for him to come back, to hold me and tell me that everything would be okay and that it was normal that couples fought...that he was sorry. But Rafe was too arrogant for that.
So there was no point in waiting for him or thinking that he will change.

Lost in my thoughts, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, I reached for it and saw a string of messages from JJ.. Over the last weeks, I had ignored his messages, yet he kept trying to reach out, always starting with "Hey, how are you?"

I didn't mean to ignore him; I just didn't know what to say. I was ashamed because I still hadn't found the courage to bring them the gold. The guilt weighed heavily on me, and each new message was a reminder of the promise I had yet not fulfilled. But now, I knew where the gold was. It was the perfect timing to just leave everything and go back to my friends. To my second family. To my normal life. My heart twisted painfully at the thought. I loved Rafe-every smile, every touch, every moment we shared. But deep down, I knew that maybe he wasn't the person I should love. I couldn't ignore the bond I had with the Pogues or the commitment I had made to them.

I slipped out of bed, grabbing a bag and starting to pack my stuff together, including the gold that was in safe in our wardrobe. Just as I was zipping up the bag, the door swung open. Rafe stumbled in, drunk and disheveled, his eyes unfocused. Luckily because of his drunkenness I had enough time to throw the bag into a corner where he couldn't see it. He looked at me, and his expression shifted from lost to hurt in an instant.

"Did you really had to get this drunk?" I inquired, reaching for his his arm to guide him to bed but he resisted. Instead he slowly dropped to his knees right in front of me."I'm so sorry," he stammered drunkenly, his tearful blue eyes immediately catching my attention. He drew me closer to him by the waist,burying his face against my stomach. I felt a profound shock coursing trough my veins. It was unusual for Rafe to display any sort of emotion that he thought were "pathetic" Especially shocked made me feel the fact that he was on his knees, begging for my forgiveness.

I stroked his back while tears were also streaming down my cheeks. We were so bad for each other but I never felt as attached to anyone as I did to him. Nobody has ever made me feel like that.

But I still needed to leave.