Rafe Cameron Imagines

Cheating Pt 4🤍

You wake the next morning with the faint remnants of last night's confrontation with Rafe lingering in your mind. The pain still aches, but it feels lighter now, as if seeing him had solidified what you already knew—you could never go back.

A few days later, you find yourself standing in your new apartment, a modest space far removed from the luxury of Tannyhill but undeniably yours. Boxes are scattered around, waiting to be unpacked. As you sit on the edge of the couch, staring at the beginnings of your fresh start, there's a knock on the door.

You don't need to open it to know who it is.

When you do, Rafe is standing there, his blue eyes soft and uncertain. He's dressed down in a plain t-shirt and jeans, looking more like the boy you fell for than the man who broke your heart.

"Hey," he says, his voice low.

"Rafe," you reply, leaning against the doorframe. "What are you doing here?"

He hesitates, looking down at his hands before meeting your gaze. "I know I shouldn't be here. And I know you probably don't want to see me. But I just... I needed to say goodbye. The right way."

You cross your arms, unsure if you should invite him in or shut the door. After a long pause, you step aside, gesturing for him to enter.

He walks in slowly, taking in the small space with a faint smile. "This is nice. It suits you."

"Thanks," you say, watching him carefully. "So... goodbye?"

Rafe exhales, turning to face you. "Yeah. I guess I didn't want to leave things the way they were. I hate how I made you feel, and I hate myself for losing you. You didn't deserve any of this."

"You're right," you say softly. "I didn't."

He nods, swallowing hard. "I wish I could go back and change everything. I wish I could prove to you that Sofia didn't mean anything, that it was all in her head. But I know that's not enough. I know I can't undo what I did—or what I didn't do."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away. "Rafe, I don't hate you. I never could. But you broke something in me that I don't think can be fixed—not by you, anyway."

He steps closer, his hands fidgeting at his sides. "I get it. I just wanted you to know that I'll always regret letting you go. And if there's ever a chance for us again, even in the future, I'll be waiting."

You shake your head, a sad smile tugging at your lips. "You can't wait for me, Rafe. You need to move on, just like I do. We weren't good for each other in the end."

He stares at you for a long moment, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. Then, slowly, he nods.

"Okay," he says quietly. "I'll go. But if you ever need me, for anything... I'm just a call away."

You walk him to the door, your heart breaking all over again as he steps outside. He hesitates on the threshold, turning back one last time.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Goodbye, Rafe."

You watch him walk down the hall and out of your life, the finality of it settling over you like a bittersweet ache.

When you close the door, you feel a strange sense of peace. It hurts, yes, but for the first time, it feels like you're finally free to move forward.

And that's exactly what you plan to do.