𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 ― rafe cameron

εβδομήντα ; 70

song of the chapter:
FADE INTO YOU ; mazzy star

Most stories have a happy ending. The main couples ride off into the sunset, wrapped in happiness, love, and smiles. But not Rafe and Margarita.

Their story was never meant for that. It was messy, complicated—a twisted knot of love and addiction, of hope and disappointment. It wasn't a fairy tale, and she wasn't the kind of girl who could magically fix him. And deep down, Margarita knew that.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor, her mind drifting back to the last time they had spoken. The pain in his eyes when she told him she needed space, the way his hands shook when he tried to apologize. Rafe's addiction was a battle she couldn't fight for him, and she was done pretending she could.

She was done trying to save him.

It wasn't the ending she wanted, but it was the only one that made sense. Because love wasn't enough to fix everything, no matter how much she wished it could be.

They didn't know who they were anymore. The people they had been—the laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of escape—they felt like strangers now. 

Margarita barely recognized herself in the mirror, her eyes dull and shadowed, mentally in a battle she knew she wasn't currently winning. She was a struggling girl, one who felt more alone than ever, scared of the future, and aware that she wasn't winning this fight—not yet.

Rafe had become someone else entirely. He was an addict, drowning in his own chaos. The violence that simmered beneath the surface was something she feared but could never admit out loud. He was trapped in a loveless relationship with his father, a man who demanded everything and gave nothing in return. Rafe would do anything for his approval, but his efforts were met with silence—always falling short, never enough.

They were lost, both of them, adrift in their own darkness. And the worst part? They didn't know how to find each other anymore.

They loved each other, more than they loved their own lives. In a world where everything else felt uncertain, they relied on each other. Rafe was Margarita's anchor, even when he was spiraling. And Margarita, despite her own struggles, was Rafe's only refuge from the storm that raged inside him.

But love alone wasn't enough. It couldn't heal the wounds they carried, couldn't erase the pain that lingered between them. They clung to each other, desperate for something solid, yet they were both slipping—grasping at fraying threads of what they once had. The reliance they placed on each other became a weight neither of them was strong enough to bear.

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