Rafe Cameron Imagines

Where You Belong🤍

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of purple and pink. The stars were just beginning to pierce through the soft blue of the night sky. The ocean, calm and serene, whispered against the dock beneath your feet. Rafe sat beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. His presence was always comforting, grounding. But tonight, something felt off.

You couldn't shake the restlessness that had taken over your thoughts. It had been building for days now, and no matter how hard you tried to push it aside, it kept bubbling up. The quiet around you seemed to amplify your inner turmoil, and it gnawed at you in ways you couldn't explain. You leaned into Rafe's side, but the tightness in your chest didn't ease. The sound of the water crashing gently against the dock did nothing to calm your racing thoughts.

Rafe noticed. He always did. He could tell when something was wrong just by the way you breathed, the way you held yourself. Without turning to face you, he spoke softly, his voice steady.

"Hey, what's going on?" He sounded concerned, but there was no judgment in his tone, just the calm that you had come to rely on. "You're quiet tonight."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You didn't want to drag him into whatever emotional mess you were feeling, but the longer you sat there, the harder it became to keep it inside. "I don't know," you murmured, staring at the water. "It's like I don't fit anywhere. I don't belong anywhere."

Rafe paused, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your shoulder as if he were trying to absorb some of your tension. You didn't look at him, afraid that the vulnerability in your eyes would make you even more exposed. He didn't press you, though. Instead, he let his words sink in.

"Baby..." His voice was softer now, more intimate. "You do belong. You belong right here, with me."

Your chest tightened at the way he said it, like it was a simple, undeniable truth. His voice carried that certainty, the kind of confidence that only someone like Rafe Cameron could possess. You felt the sincerity in his words, but still, the nagging doubt remained.

"I don't know, Rafe," you whispered, your voice barely above the sound of the waves. "I feel... lost. Like there's this part of me that doesn't fit into anything, into any world. And it's like... I'll never find it."

Rafe's jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn't say anything. He was processing, as he always did when it came to you. Then, his hand gently cupped your chin, lifting it until you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was a tenderness in them that you always found disarming.

"You belong with me," he said, his voice low and steady, as if that was the only thing that mattered. "This is where you're supposed to be, right here, next to me."

You felt a soft, bittersweet smile tug at your lips, but the feeling still hadn't gone away. You leaned your head against his chest, letting the warmth of his body wash over you. "I want to believe that," you muttered, your voice muffled against his shirt. "But it's hard. I can't just... I can't shake the feeling that I don't belong in this world. Like there's always something missing. Something I can't find."

Rafe didn't rush to respond this time. He simply held you, his arms tightening around you as if he could protect you from the chaos inside your mind. His heartbeat was steady under your ear, rhythmic, a sound you had come to associate with comfort. He always knew how to calm you without saying much, just being there, present. But this time, he spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

"Then let me remind you, alright?" He spoke with the kind of softness you rarely heard from him, the raw vulnerability that showed itself only when he was with you. "You belong with me. You fit with me. You don't have to be anything or anyone other than who you are when you're with me. You don't have to search for a place to belong. You already have one—right here, beside me."

The words sank in slowly, but when they did, something in your chest shifted. The weight, though still there, began to lift just a little. You couldn't explain it, but hearing him say it like that made you feel like you didn't have to fight so hard anymore. He was offering you something simple and pure—his unwavering support, his love, and his belief in you.

"I don't know why I feel like this," you said quietly, lifting your eyes to meet his once more. "It's like... no matter how much you try to make it better, the doubt always comes back. The feeling that I don't matter. That I'm not enough."

Rafe's hand moved to your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear you hadn't even realized had fallen. His face softened, his expression tender but serious.

"Don't you dare say that," he whispered fiercely. "You are enough. You're more than enough. You matter to me, more than anything in this world. And no matter how many times you doubt yourself, I'll be here, reminding you. You belong here. With me."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, the weight of his words settling deep in your chest. Rafe always knew exactly what to say to ground you, to remind you that you weren't alone, that you didn't have to fight this battle by yourself. His presence alone was enough to quiet the storm in your head, to make you believe—at least for a moment—that you were enough.

"I'm not going anywhere," he continued, his voice steady but full of affection. "And if you ever feel lost again, you come to me. I'll be here to remind you where you belong."

You met his gaze then, and for the first time that night, you felt a shift. It wasn't immediate, and it wasn't perfect, but you felt the heaviness that had been weighing on you start to lift, if only just a little. You nodded slowly, a soft smile pulling at your lips, more genuine than the one before.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the emotions you hadn't known you were holding in. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Rafe's eyes softened even further, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, lingering there for a moment. "You don't ever have to do anything without me, love. I'm right here."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the water beneath you mingling with the soft beat of your hearts. It was a quiet, unspoken promise. A promise that no matter how lost you might feel, you would always have a place with him. With Rafe.

The world around you might have felt uncertain, but in that moment, as you sat together on the dock, you knew one thing for sure: With Rafe by your side, you had found your place. And for now, that was enough.