Rafe Cameron Imagines

Never Alone Again Pt 1🤍

It had been a tough few weeks. The noise in your head hadn't quieted, and the weight of everything on your shoulders felt heavier than ever. You had promised Rafe that you'd be okay, that you were getting better—but lately, you hadn't felt okay. The thoughts came and went, but when they returned, they were louder, sharper.

The familiar ache in your chest grew with each passing day, but what hurt even more was the distance between you and Rafe. You could feel him pulling away, not because he didn't care, but because you couldn't bear to let him see how much you were struggling. You didn't want him to carry your burden.

But now, as you sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at the blade in your hand, the urge was overwhelming. It would be a temporary release—a way to stop the whirlwind of pain for just a moment. It felt like the only thing you could control in a world where everything else was slipping away.

You were just about to press the cold metal against your skin when you heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock.

"Hey, baby?" Rafe's voice called from the other side, his tone filled with concern. "You alright in there?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly hid the blade behind your back, pressing your palms into the counter as if that could keep everything from falling apart. You didn't want him to see. You couldn't bear for him to know.

"I'm fine, Rafe. Just... just needed a minute."

But Rafe wasn't fooled. He'd been noticing that something was off for days now—how you'd been distant, how you'd retreated into yourself. He could feel it, the space between you growing wider with every passing day. And he couldn't shake the feeling that you were slipping further away.

"I know something's wrong," he said quietly, his voice softer but filled with a mixture of frustration and concern. "Come on, open up to me. Let me help you."

For a moment, you just stood there, frozen. You wanted to let him in, to trust him, but the fear of what he might think held you back. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel like he had to fix you, or worse, leave because you were too broken to be fixed.

But then the door creaked open, and Rafe stepped inside, his face etched with worry. When he saw the look on your face—the tears, the emptiness in your eyes—his expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Love," he breathed, his eyes scanning the room before landing on your hand. The blade in your fingers was still hidden, but not well enough. He could see it.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" His voice cracked with raw emotion as he took a few steps toward you. His heart was pounding in his chest, but it was the hurt in his eyes that broke you. You didn't want him to see you like this. Not like this.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice shaky. You didn't even know what you were apologizing for. For hiding it? For not being strong enough?

Rafe's eyes flicked between your face and the blade you were holding, his anger flaring, but it wasn't the kind of anger that came from frustration. It was born out of love and fear—the kind of anger that made him want to hold you and never let go.

"No," he said firmly, his voice low but intense. "You don't get to do this. Not on my watch. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself. Not again. Do you understand me?"

You stared at him, your breath coming in shaky gasps. "Rafe, I—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he gently took the blade from your hand, setting it down on the counter with more care than you thought was possible. Then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as though he could shield you from everything.

He didn't let go, even when you tried to pull away, your body stiff and unwilling to lean into the comfort he was offering. But Rafe wasn't going to let you push him away—not this time.

"I know you're in pain," he murmured into your hair. "And I know you think you're alone in this, but you're not. You never will be. I'm here. I'll always be here, baby."

His words were like a lifeline thrown out into a sea of confusion and darkness. You didn't want to admit it, but it was the first time in days that you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could make it through.

"Please don't leave me, Rafe," you whispered against his chest, your voice breaking as the tears started to fall.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever."

You let yourself sink into him, allowing yourself to believe that he meant it. That this time, you wouldn't have to fight alone.

Suddenly, you heard voices from downstairs—Topper, Kelce, and Sarah, all talking and laughing as if nothing was wrong. But then, a moment later, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the stairs, and Rafe pulled away just enough to glance at the door.

"I've got to go down there for a minute," he said, his thumb wiping away a tear from your cheek. "But I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. But as he turned to leave, his hand lingered on the doorknob. "Hey," he said, turning back to look at you one more time. "We'll talk later, okay? You're not doing this alone, love. I'll always be here."

You watched as he walked out, closing the door softly behind him. But as soon as he was out of sight, you could hear the conversation from downstairs, and it made you realize how much he truly cared about you. You weren't just his girlfriend—you were his whole world, and he wasn't going to let you slip away.

Downstairs, Rafe walked into the living room, where Topper and Kelce were sitting with their girlfriends, Sarah included. He gave them a tight-lipped smile, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on you.

"Everything good, man?" Topper asked, noticing the tense look on Rafe's face.

"Yeah, just... just needed to check on something," Rafe muttered, his eyes briefly flicking to Sarah, who was giving him a concerned look.

"You good?" she asked, a quiet hint of worry in her voice.

Rafe hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I'll be fine."

But deep down, he knew the truth. He wasn't fine—not yet. He knew you were struggling, and even though he could feel the distance between the two of you, he was determined to bridge that gap. No matter what it took.

He'd never let you go through this alone again.