THE PICTURE OF YOU -rafe cameron-

098; homeless

Myra was finishing up her shift at the nightmare kook factory as Rafe came stomping in through the front doors of the lobby. It made her look up from where she was sitting behind the front desk. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she saw him but it was short lived for the expression upon Rafe's face wasn't happy at all. More so he looked stressed and a little angry. He looked around, noticing Myra by the front desk. The clock was almost midnight and she was working alone. He dragged his feet over towards her, his steps heavy yet rushed. As he approached Myra saw some kind of desperation within his eyes. "Hey" she said as she stood up, seeing Rafe lay his forearms on the glass on the top of the front desk before he sunk down slightly in front of her. "Hey" he spoke back, the tone of his voice low and hollow. "Are you alright?" she asked, feeling worried. Rafe lifted his head to look at her and Myra soon saw the tired bloodshot red in his usually bright eyes. He didn't look especially high this time, more so exhausted. Nevertheless Myra assumed that he had inhaled something earlier in the day. "I'm good" Rafe managed to croak out as he looked around, scanning the room for other island club guests. No one was in sight. Myra looked at the kook boy with a questioning look, however she didn't fight him back on it. He didn't look like he was good at all, but Myra kept her mouth shut. She had gone down this road before and it hadn't ended well. An argument felt unnecessary to her right now. "Hang on actually... I'm not... uhm" Rafe trailed, seemingly unable to get his point across, "when does your shift end?". Myra glanced at the clock that hung on the wall across the room. "In twelve minutes" she answered as she looked back at Rafe, "why?". He drew in a deep breath, feeling it getting stuck in the back of his throat. It had been hard for him to breathe the whole afternoon and it had only gotten worse as the evening rolled along. "I, uhm... I wanna hang out" he croaked out. "At midnight?" Myra asked. It wasn't usual for the two of them to hang out during the late hours of the night. "Uhm, y-yeah" Rafe stuttered with a nod of his head. "Okay yeah, well I'm off in eleven minutes now so" Myra hummed, agreeing to seeing him after her shift had come to an end. Rafe nodded his head vigorously. Myra could easily decipher through Rafe's misleading answer and incredible vagueness that he was for a fact not as good as he claimed. "Why don't you just sit down and take it easy while I finish up here?" Myra suggested to him, to which Rafe nodded again. "I'll hang back and wait for you" he muttered before he turned around and dragged his feet over towards the couches that stood a bit further into the lobby. Myra watched as he slumped down on one of them, the very same one where she had once caught him reading that old book. Once more he looked utterly drained. She then turned her focus back to her work.

Two minutes passed midnight Myra had rushed into the back to go and get changed. Another worker who were a few years older than her had come to work the night shift, allowing Myra to go home, or more so follow Rafe. Not home, at least not to Tannyhill. She wasn't sure where he resided now. 12:04 AM Myra rushed out of the back, her backpack hanging sloppily on her right shoulder. She let her hair down as she made her way over towards Rafe. "Lets go" she spoke as she stopped in front of him, gazing down at him. He looked up, his tired eyes scanning over her. He nodded once before he stood up, walking passed her. Myra was quick to follow him, her old and worn out shoes hitting the marbled floor while her backpack bounced against her back. "Where are we even going?" Myra asked as she tried to catch up with Rafe. "You'll see" he spoke coldly, walking out of the large glass doors. Myra sped up, managing to catch the door just before it closed on her. She didn't ask any more questions, she just followed Rafe. He soon stopped by his dirtbike, grabbing the helmet that he had once bought for her. He held it out, a distant expression upon his face. Myra took it, holding it firmly with her hands. She parted her lips as to speak, but let her silence linger. Rafe grabbed ahold of his shirt up by his neck, tugging it downwards as he tilted his head upwards. Myra frowned upon seeing it. She could hear him dragging in a jagged breath before he let go, allowing his right hand to fall to his chest, rubbing it for a split second. Rafe then grabbed his own helmet and put it on, glancing at Myra. "Come on, let's get out of here" he spoke, once more sounding cold. Myra nodded faintly before she placed the helmet on her head. Rafe got on the bike and she was quick to jump up to sit behind him. She still had no idea where they were going, but she wrapped her arms around his torso anyways. Rafe started the bike and she held on tight as he drove off, speeding a little more than usual.