Rafe Cameron Imagines

On Again, Off Again🤍

The night air hung heavy with an unspoken tension. The kind of silence that wasn't peaceful, but full of thoughts neither of you dared to voice. Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his gaze focused on the window. The moonlight outside bathed the room in a soft, silver glow, but inside, it felt like darkness was creeping in, swallowing everything you'd once had together.

You stood in the doorway, unsure of how to move forward. The past few days had been a blur—filled with silence, heated arguments, and the kind of pain that cut deeper than either of you had anticipated. Neither of you had been able to admit it, but the rift between you was growing, and you weren't sure how to stop it.

"Rafe?" you asked quietly, not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace that was hanging between you. He didn't answer right away, his shoulders stiff as if he was lost in his own world. Finally, he turned his head to look at you, his eyes tired but guarded, the weight of whatever was bothering him heavier than any words could convey.

"I don't know what to say," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration and exhaustion. "I've been thinking about it all day... and I still don't know how to fix this."

You took a deep breath, stepping toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. It wasn't just about the argument—it was everything. The silence. The distance. The uncertainty. You had always known that Rafe wasn't easy to love, but somewhere along the way, you had stopped asking if you could handle it. You just loved him, even when it didn't make sense.

You stood in front of him, the words caught in your throat. "Rafe... I don't want to keep doing this. I don't want us to keep going around in circles. I just... I just need to know that we're okay."

He looked at you then, his eyes softening for just a moment before the walls came up again. "I don't know if we are okay," he admitted, his voice low, almost like he was trying to convince himself. "I don't know if we ever really have been."

The truth in his words stung. You wanted to reach out, to tell him it wasn't true, that you were still there, still fighting for him, but the doubt in his voice made it hard to believe that you were the person he still needed. You took a step closer, closing the gap, your hand trembling as you placed it on his shoulder.

"You're wrong," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I've been here, Rafe. I've been here every step of the way, even when things were hard. Even when you pushed me away, I stayed. I've stayed because I love you."

Rafe closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. When he opened them again, he reached for your hand, holding it tightly in his. "I love you too," he said, his voice soft but filled with guilt. "But it's like we're just... on again, off again. It's like I love you one minute, and then everything falls apart the next."

You nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. It felt like the two of you were always on the verge of something—something great or something terrible—and you never knew which way it was going to go. The push and pull was wearing on both of you, but neither of you knew how to stop.

"I know," you whispered, your fingers curling tighter around his. "I don't know what it is, Rafe. But I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I don't care if we fight, if we mess up, or if it feels like we're falling apart. I'll love you through it all. I'll fight for us. For you."

Rafe's gaze softened, the hardness in his expression beginning to melt away. "I don't deserve you," he said, shaking his head slightly, almost as if trying to push the words away before they even left his mouth.

You shook your head, stepping closer until there was no space left between you. "You don't have to deserve me, Rafe. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'll be here, through everything."

He reached up, cupping your face gently in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that calmed the storm inside you. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then don't," you said, the words coming from a place deep within you. "Don't even think about it. I'm yours, Rafe. I love you like I breathe. I need you like oxygen."

A tear slipped down your cheek, but Rafe wiped it away before it could fall. "I'll love you like that too. I don't care how messed up things get. I'll love you. Always. Because you're my oxygen too."

Your heart swelled at his words, the weight of his sincerity heavy in your chest. You reached for him, pulling him into an embrace so tight it felt like you could never let go. Rafe wrapped his arms around you, holding you close like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

"I know we're not perfect," he murmured into your hair. "But I'll fight for you, for us. Always."

"I know," you whispered back, the world outside disappearing as you held on to each other. "On again, off again, love you like oxygen. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his breath warm against your skin. The space between you was gone, filled with nothing but love and promises whispered in the dark. The outside world could be loud, chaotic, and uncertain, but in that moment, none of it mattered. Because as long as you had each other, you knew you'd be okay.

You and Rafe were never just on again, off again. You were always meant to be.