Rafe Cameron Imagines

Cheating Final Part🤍

The knock on the door shakes you from the silence of your apartment. It's been days since Rafe said goodbye, and you were starting to think maybe he'd let it go—let you go. But here he is again. The sound of his knock feels like a challenge to the fragile peace you've been trying to rebuild.

Your feet feel heavy as you move to the door. A part of you doesn't want to open it, doesn't want to face him again. But the moment you look through the peephole and see him standing there—his hair messy, his shoulders slumped, his eyes looking broken—you can't stop yourself.

You open the door, holding your breath.

Rafe looks up at you, his blue eyes locking onto yours. He doesn't smile, doesn't speak right away. He just stands there, his hands stuffed in his pockets, like he's trying to figure out how to start.

"Rafe," you say quietly, your voice guarded. "Why are you here?"

"I need to talk to you," he says, his voice raw. "Please. Just... let me explain. Really explain."

You stare at him, torn between slamming the door in his face and letting him in. Against your better judgment, you step aside.

He walks in slowly, his gaze sweeping over the small apartment. You feel exposed, like this space that you've carved out for yourself isn't enough, just like you've never been enough.

"Nice place," he says softly, his voice hesitant.

"Don't," you reply, folding your arms across your chest. "Don't pretend this is casual. Just say whatever it is you came to say."

He turns to you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "I came to say I'm sorry. Again. And to tell you the truth. The real truth about everything."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "Rafe, we've done this already. You said your piece. I get it—you didn't mean to hurt me. But you did. And now we're here."

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he repeats, stepping closer. "But I need you to understand why it happened. Why I let it get to that point."

You raise an eyebrow, your heart pounding in your chest. "Fine. Tell me, Rafe. Tell me why you cheated. Why you let her make me feel like I was nothing."

His jaw tightens, and he runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "I didn't cheat," he says firmly. "I need you to believe that first. There was nothing physical between me and Sofia. Nothing. She flirted, sure, and I was too much of a coward to shut it down, but it was never about her."

"Then what was it about?" you snap, your voice rising. "Because from where I'm standing, it looked like you didn't care enough to stop her. Like you wanted her more than you wanted me."

"I didn't!" he says, his voice breaking. "I didn't want her, Y/N. I wanted you. I've always wanted you."

You shake your head, tears burning your eyes. "Then why wasn't I enough?"

Rafe freezes, his face crumpling at your words. "You were," he says quietly. "You are."

"No," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I wasn't. I've never been enough for you, Rafe. Or anyone. I knew it from the start—you deserved better than me. And I knew someday you'd figure it out too."

His eyes widen in shock, and he steps closer, his voice urgent. "Don't say that. Don't you dare say that."

"Why not?" you ask, your voice cracking as the tears spill over. "It's the truth. Look at me, Rafe. I'm not like Sofia, or the girls you used to date, or anyone else you could've had. I'm not rich, I'm not glamorous, and I'm definitely not the kind of person someone like you deserves."

"That's bullshit," he snaps, his voice harsh.

You blink, startled by the sharpness in his tone.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," he continues, his eyes blazing. "You think I deserve better? You think Sofia is better than you? She's not. No one is. You're everything, Y/N. You've always been everything."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "You don't mean that. If I was everything, you wouldn't have let her—"

"I let her because I'm an idiot," he interrupts, his voice breaking. "Because I was insecure and stupid and I didn't know how to handle someone like you loving me. You're not the one who wasn't enough. I am."

His words hang in the air, heavy and raw. You stare at him, your chest tightening.

"I've spent my whole life trying to be something I'm not," he says softly, stepping closer. "Trying to live up to my dad's expectations, trying to be the guy everyone thinks I should be. But with you... I didn't have to try. You saw me—the real me—and you loved me anyway. And that scared the hell out of me."

"Why?" you whisper, your voice trembling.

"Because I didn't think I deserved it," he admits, his eyes glassy. "I didn't think I deserved you. So I sabotaged it. I let Sofia feed my ego because it was easier than facing the fact that I might actually be enough for someone like you."

The weight of his words crashes over you, leaving you speechless.

"I know I hurt you," he continues, his voice shaking. "And I know I can't take that back. But please, Y/N, don't ever think you weren't enough. You were always more than enough. You're the only good thing I've ever had, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if you'll let me."

Tears stream down your face, and you look away, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't know if I can believe you," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe steps closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. "Then let me show you," he says softly. "Let me remind you every day how much you mean to me. How much you've always meant to me."

You hesitate, your heart warring with your head. The pain is still there, sharp and fresh, but so is the love—the love you've tried so hard to bury.

"I don't know if I can do this," you whisper.

"You don't have to decide right now," he says, his voice steady. "Just... don't shut me out. Please."

For a long moment, you say nothing. Then, slowly, you nod. "Okay," you say quietly. "But it's going to take time, Rafe. A lot of time."

"I'll wait," he says without hesitation. "As long as it takes."

And for the first time, you feel a glimmer of hope. It's small and fragile, but it's enough to make you believe that maybe—just maybe—you can find your way back to each other.