Y/N and Rafe Cameron had been inseparable since high school. Their love was intense, and Rafe's obsession with her was the stuff of legends in their small town. While Y/N didn't mind Rafe's overprotectiveness, her friends and family were growing increasingly concerned. They worried that Rafe's behavior, often described as psychopathic, was taking a toll on her.

One day, after a particularly heated incident at a social gathering where Rafe punched his friend Topper. Just because Y/N had briefly left his side to use the bathroom, everyone collectively decided that Rafe needed help. It was an intervention of sorts, and the consensus was that he should see a therapist.

Reluctantly, Rafe agreed to the therapy session. Y/N, who had always been his anchor, accompanied him to the therapist's office. As Rafe sat in the therapist's office, Y/N waited anxiously in the waiting room, hoping that the therapy would help her husband understand that his extreme possessiveness wasn't healthy.

Inside the therapy session, the therapist began, "How are you feeling right now, Rafe?"

Rafe placed his hand on his chest, his eyes distant. "Like I'm running out of air, my oxygen is missing."

The therapist jotted down his words and replied, "There's plenty of oxygen in here."

Rafe stood up, his agitation apparent. "Not my kind of oxygen, she's not here," he muttered.

The therapist clicked their pen, concern etched on their face. "You do realize that this is unhealthy?"

Rafe shook his head, his frustration mounting. "I just don't understand what's wrong with needing to be with her at all times."

The therapist sighed, realizing the depth of Rafe's fixation. "The problem, Rafe, is the threat you pose to the people around you when she's not by your side."

Rafe's anger flared, and he took a step toward the door. The therapist, anticipating his impulsive nature, stood up and blocked his way.

"I'm not a threat to anyone," Rafe yelled, contradicting his previous statement.

"Yes, you are, Rafe. That's why you're here," the therapist said cautiously, choosing their words carefully.

Rafe scoffed and took a step back from the door. "You're talking like I'm not allowed to be obsessed with my wife," he said, annoyed.

The therapist sighed and took a step away from the door, their guard momentarily down. They knew they had to tread carefully with Rafe.

"Rafe," they began, but before they could say more, Rafe seized the opportunity and pushed past them, rushing out of the therapist's office. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see my wife before I pass out from a lack of oxygen," he said urgently, almost rushing out of the room.

Back in the waiting room, Y/N watched the door anxiously. she watched as Rafe burst out of the therapist's office. Y/N quickly got up from her seat, and just as Rafe reached her, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, almost knocking her out of her seat.

Y/N returned his hug, comforting him as she always did. She sighed, accustomed to his antics and whispered words of reassurance into his ear, "It's alright, Baby. I'm right here."

Rafe Cameron was notorious throughout the halls of Outer Banks High School. His reputation as the school psycho was well-earned, and his mere presence struck fear into the hearts of both students and teachers alike. But behind that tough exterior was a softer side that only one person got to see—the person who meant the world to him, Y/N.

Y/N was Rafe's anchor, his source of comfort and happiness in an otherwise tumultuous life. They had been secretly dating for months, and their relationship was intense and passionate. Rafe couldn't stand being away from Y/N for too long, and that often led to some impulsive decisions.

One sunny afternoon, Rafe was sitting in his usual spot at the back of the classroom, his eyes never straying far from Y/N, who was sitting a few rows ahead. The bell rang signalling for their next class. But god did he hate his next class, Y/N being much smarter than him is in the honors class while he, Kelce sit in their chem class. Rafe's mind raced with thoughts of her, and he found it increasingly difficult to focus on the lesson. He knew he should be paying attention, but the longing to be with Y/N overwhelmed him.

Rafe's best friend, Kelce, noticed his restlessness from his seat. Kelce leaned over and whispered, "Man, you've got it bad for Y/N, don't you?"

Rafe nodded, his eyes never leaving his phone, which is open to his lock-screen of Y/N. "I can't help it, Kelce. I just need to see her, to be with her."

Kelce chuckled. "You're like a lovesick puppy, Rafe. Why don't you just go talk to her after class?"

Rafe shook his head. "I can't wait that long. I need her now." as he packs his things and leaves the class.

Kelce and turned to Y/Ns friend who overheard the conversation exchanged glances. They knew when Rafe got like this, there was no talking him out of it. They also knew that Y/N was equally infatuated with him, and they couldn't deny their friend a little happiness.

After a quick, silent conversation, Kelce hatched a plan. He waited for the perfect moment when the teacher's back was turned, and then he made his move. Kelce texted Topper who was currently in Y/N’s class and tells him his plan and straight away the blonde stood up and walked over to her desk.

The teacher was momentarily confused by Topper's actions but quickly returned to the lesson.

Topper leaned in, on the left side of Y/N, and whispered, "Rafe wants to see you. Now."

Y/N blinked in surprise, not quite sure what was happening. She whispered back, "What? Why?"

Topper glances down at his phone, now amused glances again at Y/N and he replied, "Just trust me. Rafe's getting antsy, and I don't want him causing any trouble."

Y/N sighed, realizing that she couldn't deny Rafe anything when he was in this mood. She nodded and quickly packed up her things. The teacher, now fully engrossed in the lesson, didn't even notice as Y/N slipped out of the classroom with Topper.

Outside the classroom, Y/N asked, "Where is he?"

Topper pointed down the hallway, where Rafe stood, leaning against the lockers with an impatient expression. His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N approaching.

Y/N rushed into Rafe's arms, and he held her close, pressing a fervent kiss to her lips. "I missed you so much, baby," he murmured.

Y/N smiled, feeling her heart swell with affection for her clingy boyfriend. "I missed you too, Rafe."

Kelce and Topper watched the couple with fond amusement, satisfied that they had successfully orchestrated a reunion between Rafe and Y/N. Rafe might have been the school psycho, but he was also head over heels in love, and that was something they could all appreciate.

As Rafe and Y/N walked hand in hand down the hallway, oblivious to the world around them, Kelce turned to Topper and said, "We might have to do this more often. It's good for Rafe's sanity, and it's kinda sweet."

Topper nodded in agreement. "Yeah, who would've thought our psycho friend would turn into such a softy when it comes to Y/N?"

The two friends shared a laugh before heading off to their next class, leaving Rafe and Y/N to enjoy their much-needed time together.

Y/N's heart raced as she stood outside Miguel O'Hara's office. It had been weeks since they had seen each other, their secret relationship necessitating these stolen moments. She took a deep breath, her emotions a swirling mix of excitement and nervousness. With a quick glance down the corridor to ensure no one was watching, she gently pushed the door open and slipped inside.

Miguel looked up from his work, his eyes lighting up as he saw Y/N standing there. A genuine smile spread across his face, erasing the stress and fatigue of his busy day. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with a warmth that sent shivers down her spine.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Y/N closed the door behind her and took a few steps forward. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a mixture of anxiety and eagerness swirling within her. She knew the risks of their secret relationship, the potential consequences if anyone found out, but at that moment, none of it seemed to matter.

Miguel stood up, slowly making his way towards her. They locked eyes, their gazes filled with unspoken affection and longing. Without a word, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin as he leaned in. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.

Their lips met in a tender, electric kiss. It was a moment of stolen passion, a forbidden connection that made their hearts race even faster. Y/N melted into the embrace, her fingers finding their way to the back of Miguel's neck, pulling him closer as if to never let go.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the world outside his office fading away. All that existed was the two of them, wrapped up in each other's arms, their emotions pouring into the kiss. Miguel's hand moved from her cheek to her waist, drawing her even closer, their bodies pressed together.

As the kiss deepened, it became a wordless exchange of emotions, a testament to their hidden love and the risks they were willing to take for each other. Y/N's worries and doubts momentarily vanished, replaced by the overwhelming rush of affection she felt for the man in front of her.

Eventually, they broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. Miguel smiled, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. "I've missed you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and she smiled back at him, her eyes shimmering. "I've missed you too," she replied softly, her fingers still lingering on his neck.

Their time together was fleeting, their stolen moments a precious escape from the outside world. But in that office, in those stolen seconds, Y/N and Miguel found solace and comfort in each other's arms, their forbidden love burning brighter than ever.

Out of desperation, starving for her touch Miguel’s hands move quickly to grip her wrists, pulling them up into the air. She obeys and keeps them there and he bunches the bottom of her T-shirt and pulls it of off her body. Her Nipples pebble under the heat of the glare, and when he licks his lips and runs his hands up the front of her thighs, goose bumps spread across every inch of her. The anticipation is suffocating; his hands travel over her hips, past her waist, settling just below her breasts. Miguel’s seen her more than enough times, that she relaxes in his hold. He lifts her up so she's sitting on his desk, her favorite seat; especially with what’s about to happen. “You’re perfect Mi reina '' he whispers, bending down to kiss the valley between your breasts. Admiring her new throne, she’s practically panting when his tongue flicks against her hard nipple and he hums happily, sucking it into his mouth. Her hands grip his shoulders, as her head falls back as he swaps to the other breast, paying it an equal amount of attention. Miguel licks and kisses his way up your neck, groaning when she grinds against him, and when he reaches her mouth, She feels like she’s about to combust. “I want you so badly” Y/N whispers. His laugh dark as his eyes are gleaming, “Ask me nicely” “Miguel!” She whines getting impatient. “That’s a good start Amor,” he pulls back tilting his head at Y/n taunting her. She reaches down and threads her hand in his hair, “Please-” she begins to beg. “Tell me what you want, come on you can do it” He says kissing her bare thigh, she’s glad to be wearing a skirt today; secretly knowing that her visit will lead to this. Her body rocks against his gliding hands desperate for him, searching for friction. Anything to soothe the ache between her legs, it's pretty obvious what she wants. Miguel's arms wrap around the bottom of her back, holding her close. Her eyes flutter seeing him between her legs; loving the sight trying to take a mental picture for later. How hot is it that her strict professor is on his knees for her, with lustful eyes wanting nothing more than to give her pleasure. “I want your mouth” she pleads, “Where do you want my mouth?” She trails her fingers down to the front of her exposed panties, feeling the warmth and how wet they are already, his eyes follow her hand, lips tugging into a smug smirk. “You gotta say the words” She chews on the inside of her cheek, watching him watch her. His hands are massaging her calves, clearly teasing her like he’s got all the time in the world when in reality his office hours begin in an hour. Y/N spreads her legs wider, desperate for him, “Please, Miguel I want your mouth on my pussy” she even shimmy’s a little closer to the edge of the desk, begging for his attention but he tuts back at her. “That’s not my name Amor,” his nails tease higher up her leg, god how he makes her feel. “Please Sir, I want your mouth on my pussy” He takes each side of her underwear in his hands and shimmies them off, pushing her legswide and settling between them. Apparently the time for teasing is over, because he doesn't hesitate to bury his head and devour her. Hes got her squirming within seconds, desperate for more but overwhelmed by how fucking good it feels. “You like that?” he coos, knowing full well the answer is yes. Her hands sink into his hair, tugging him closer, pushing him away, holding him in place, using him as an anchor to keep her on the desk. “Sir” “I know, I know it’s good” He slips a finger inside her, then another, curling them around, and she’s almost there. 

When suddenly her phone rings, Miguel pulls away glancing at the device that had the nerve to disrupt him. He begins to scowl when y/ns bestfriend Miles name lights up on the screen. Y/n ignores it desperate for her release, “Sir please, I need to finish” as her legs are shaking, and she feels like she’s floating as her entire body begins to spasm. He thens gets an idea, pulling back to speak to her “answer it” Her eyes open at his command. “What?” she lifts up a little to look down at him, hoping she heard him wrong. He teases her clit while still locking eyes with her, “Answer the phone, Amor,” With a quick nod from Miguel, she accepted the call, activating the speaker to include him in the conversation. And he goes back down to his favorite snack, his pace is slower than before as he now wants to extend your release.

"Hey, Y/N," Miles' voice crackled through the phone, exasperation evident. "Seriously, Miguel's being ridiculous about this assignment. It's like he thinks we're all genius-level students."

Miguel's brow furrowed slightly, He let out a soft, irritated huff, which Y/N caught onto immediately. She shot him a subtle glance, signaling him to keep calm. But that changes when he places a finger back into her, she pulls her phone away from herself releasing a whimper.

As Miles ranted on, Miguel's annoyance became more palpable. He leaned in, playfully planting a kiss on Y/N's thigh, his lips brushing against her skin. Y/N softly scolded him, silently reminding him to keep his composure but of course he ignores her as his finger begins to once again curl inside her. While on the phone, Miles' desperation grew evident as he continued, "Y/N, could you possibly help me out with this assignment? I'm really struggling here."

Y/N mutes herself, her gaze shifting to Miguel who glances up with a smirk but changes when she speaks. "He's asking for help."

Miguel's irritation escalated as he muttered under his breath, "He’s interrupting me for this?."

Unbeknownst to Miles, Y/N tries to subtly move out of Miguel's embrace but Miguel scolds her putting more pressure on her clit reminding her whos incharge here.

She turned her attention back to the call, her tone more restrained as she addressed Miles' request. "Miles, you know I'm not in that class, right?" Miguel becomes impatient, he thought Miles wanted help with homework not a scolding, maybe he shouldn’t have told her to answer this call. Miguel just pulls back and decides to rub her clit, in a way slower pace than before, but god does she look hot fighting her release.

Miles' sigh echoed through the phone. "Yeah, I get it. But you're like the smartest person I know, and you explain things really well." Y/N glanced at Miguel, and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can you give me a moment?"

Miguel's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice betraying a touch of annoyance, "If you’re telling me to stop, I will smash your phone to pieces amor"

Y/N cast him an apologetic glance, wanting to avoid any suspicion from Miles. She unmuted herself and continued the conversation, too consumed in pleasure to accurately answer his question.

Miles persisted, asking for assistance with specific problems. Y/N looked at Miguel eventually asking him for support, and his annoyance grew. Miguel takes revenge as he bends down and gives her clit a juicy opened mouthed kiss, his tongue giving it fast kitten-like licks, causing her to shutter and shake against him. He pulls away, spit drooling down on his chin as he answers "The answer is 212," Miguel said, his irritation heavily in his voice. Y/N smiled at him appreciatively before repeating the answer to Miles. Miguel glances back up to Y/n, and asks, “Can I go back to what I was doing now?” She nods, and before she can answer he bends down and slurps her up like she’s his last meal, his fingers return strumming into her, his pace is faster than before; his patience has run thin and the only thing on his mind is to see her cum. Her breathing becomes erratic, so much that Miles no doubt can hear. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” he asks, and she mutes herself as she swears, her eyes rolling back. Miguel just smirks against her, inserting another finger curling them all watching her body shake. Miles asks again, and she releases a whimper, finally speaking to him, “Hey Miles, I gotta–fuck-I gotta go. I’ll look over your homework later k” and before he could answer back she hung up. Like before Mile’s rude interruption her body begins to spasm, she lies back onto the desk as the only sound is her whimpers and Miguels slurping against her. His tongue licks her clit in an impossible pace, rivaling against his three fingers as they pull in and out of her and with a cry from Y/N she finally cums. With a huff gathering her breath, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down again, she then pulls Miguel up in and rewards him with a passionate kiss on the lips tasting herself, while also acknowledging his patience.

Miguel returned the kiss with a satisfied grin. "Now that's a reward I can get behind." Then he pulls back almost growling, “Next time, he interrupts us he will receive a face time of me fucking you”

Y/N and Jordan Li had been dating for a few months, and their love had blossomed into something beautiful and passionate.

One evening, they found themselves in the cozy confines of Y/N's dorm. The dim, ambient lighting created an intimate atmosphere, setting the stage for a memorable moment. As they cuddled on the couch, their fingers intertwined, Jordan turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in their eye.

Jordan leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft and tender kiss. Their lips met, and time seemed to stand still. It was a sweet, lingering kiss, filled with the warmth of their affection for each other.

As they pulled back, Y/N couldn't help but grin. "That was an eight out of ten," she teased, mischief dancing in her eyes.

Jordan's brow furrowed, and they leaned back, changing from their female form to their male form. "An eight? What the heck is wrong with my kisses, baby?"

Y/N chuckled and gently placed her hand under Jordan's chin, tilting it upward. She leaned in for another kiss, their lips almost touching. "They're too short," she whispered, a sly grin playing on her lips.

Without further ado, she closed the remaining distance between their lips, locking them in a passionate kiss. Her hand on Jordan's chin ensured it was long enough to make Jordan smile.

As they parted once more, Y/N smirked at Jordan. "You need to stop changing to your male form to tell me off."

Jordan, with a playful sparkle in their eyes, shifted back into their female form. "Is that better?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned in to peck Jordan's lips once more. "Much better," she replied, her heart filled with affection for her partner.

Their love was a beautiful mix of fun, teasing, and genuine connection, making every moment spent together a memory to cherish.

Y/n and Rafe lay entwined on her comfortable couch, bathed in the soft glow of the TV that had been playing some random show they'd lost interest in long ago. Rafe had managed to find the perfect spot on her chest, nestled in the crook of her arm, his head comfortably resting there as he breathed deeply, finding solace in her presence.

Y/n smiled down at him, her fingers gently tracing soothing patterns on his back, her touch lulling him into a peaceful slumber. She loved these moments, where it was just the two of them, away from the chaos of the Outer Banks, their secrets safely guarded.

As Rafe drifted deeper into sleep, Y/n felt her phone vibrate, signaling an incoming call. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was her friends, Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her friends and her boyfriend's peaceful rest.

Rafe, with one eye barely open, sensing her dilemma, murmured, "You can answer it, babe."

Y/n smiled gratefully at him, her heart swelling with affection. She picked up her phone and accepted the call, her friends' faces appearing on the screen. "Hey, what's up?" she greeted them.

Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo seemed excited as they chatted away, asking Y/n about her plans for the upcoming Midsummers event. They were curious about her date, pushing for details, unaware that her date was currently resting on her chest.

Sarah couldn't contain her excitement as she blurted out, "You won't believe it, Y/n! JJ's had a crush on you forever, and he's planning to ask you to Midsummers!"

Rafe, who had been roused by Sarah's revelation, couldn't resist joining in. He began to pepper kisses along Y/n's neck, slowly moving higher, making his way into the camera frame.

Y/n's face turned scarlet as Rafe's lips brushed against her jawline. She couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, even as her friends continued talking.

Kiara, noticing the sudden change in Y/n's expression, furrowed her brow. "Y/n, who the hell is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Before Y/n could respond, Rafe lifted her face with a mischievous grin and planted a quick, playful kiss on her lips, right in front of the camera. "She's mine," he declared, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

Gasps erupted from Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo on the other end of the call. Cleo, who had been let in on their secret, merely giggled. The others were stunned into silence.

Rafe, unfazed by the commotion, admonished them, "Now, keep your voices down. I was trying to sleep." He nestled his head back onto Y/n's chest, a proud smile tugging at his lips as he closed his eyes.

Y/n chuckled, her embarrassment slowly fading away. She ran her fingers through Rafe's buzzed hair, her heart brimming with love and contentment. Her friends might have just found out, but in that moment, she knew she had everything she needed right there in her arms – Rafe Cameron, her secret boyfriend, who had just declared his affection for her in the most unexpected way possible.

The screams echoed through the amusement park, piercing the humid summer air.

Y/N clung to Rafe, her nails digging into his shirt as she gasped for breath between sobs.

The once vibrant, joy-filled atmosphere of the park had shifted into a nightmare, the laughter replaced with horrified cries and frantic shouts. People ran in all directions—some towards the wreckage, others away from it, shielding their eyes from the gruesome sight.

The mangled remains of the front car lay crumpled on the pavement below, smoke rising from the twisted metal. The security personnel who had been holding Rafe and Y/N back now rushed toward the scene, their radios crackling with emergency calls.

Rafe's chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing ragged. "Kelce... Sophia..." His voice cracked as he whispered their names, as if saying them would somehow bring them back.

Y/N couldn’t move. She couldn’t blink. Her body was paralyzed with horror, her brain refusing to process what her eyes had just witnessed. Her warning had been ignored. Her nightmare had come true.

A woman shrieked in the distance. Bystanders clutched their mouths, their eyes wide in shock. Some pulled out their phones to record, while others backed away, unwilling to face the reality of the tragedy that had unfolded before them.

The manager, who had moments ago been dismissing Y/N’s frantic pleas, stood frozen, his face ashen. The operator who had pressed the fatal button was pale, his hand still hovering over the controls as if trying to rewind time.

John B, once so dismissive of Y/N’s warnings, stumbled backward. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced by an expression of pure horror. JJ, Pope, and Sarah stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Sirens blared in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. The park’s emergency response team rushed forward, paramedics pushing through the crowd with gurneys and medical kits. The flashing red and blue lights painted a macabre glow over the wreckage.

Y/N felt herself being pulled away, but she fought against the hands gripping her arms. "No! I have to—Kelce—Sophia—" Her voice cracked, the weight of reality crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

"Y/N, stop—" Rafe’s voice was raw, hoarse. "They’re gone."

She turned to him, eyes wild, filled with anguish and disbelief. "No! No, they can’t be! They were just—" Her breath hitched. "We were just talking! They were just laughing! I could’ve—"

Rafe pulled her into his arms again, squeezing her tightly as her body trembled violently. "We can’t change it," he murmured into her hair. "It already happened."

But the truth burned. The weight of it crushed her.

They had been given a second chance.

And they had still failed.

Y/N stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the empty school as she walked toward her locker. It was the last day of school, the final page of a chapter that should have been filled with hope and excitement. But today, it felt like a cruel joke.

Outside, the rain poured heavily, casting a gray mist over the world. The weather mirrored the heaviness that hung over her heart—cold, unforgiving, and impossible to escape. The world seemed to be grieving with her, or perhaps it was just the weight of her own sorrow making everything feel bleak.

She stood in front of her locker, the door creaking open as she shoved a few stray papers into her backpack.

The halls were eerily quiet, and as she emptied the contents of her locker, Y/N tried to keep herself focused, to hold it together. She had missed the funeral.

The ache of missing it, of not being there for Kelce and Sophia, gnawed at her insides. Instead, she had stayed away from school, not wanting to face the reality of their deaths, not wanting to feel the suffocating grief that had taken root in her chest.

The last bell had rung for the year, but Y/N didn’t feel any relief. She only felt the heavy weight of finality, the emptiness that came with knowing that she would never see them again.

Not Kelce, with his bright smile and easy laugh. Not Sophia, with her kindness and unwavering loyalty. Gone. Both of them. And Y/N had been there, watching, knowing that it was all going to happen but feeling powerless to stop it.

A quiet sob escaped her lips as she slammed the locker shut, her hands trembling. The sound of her own tears was the only thing that felt real in that moment. She wiped her eyes, but they kept coming, the grief threatening to swallow her whole.

As she turned, her gaze fell upon the memorial wall that had been set up in the hallway. Pictures of Sophia and Kelce smiled back at her, frozen in time—alive, vibrant, full of promise. But now, they were just memories, and all Y/N could feel was the painful sting of loss.

Her chest tightened as she stepped closer, studying the photos. She could hear the laughter in her mind, could see their faces so clearly. The truth of it all hit her like a wave.

They were gone. And it was her fault. She had known what was going to happen. She had seen it. She had tried to warn them, but it hadn’t mattered. They had all paid the price for that mistake, and now, she had to live with it.

Her breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, her sobs grew louder. She crumpled to the floor in front of the wall, her hands clutching her knees as she rocked back and forth. The grief, the guilt, it was overwhelming, suffocating. Her chest felt like it was caving in.

As the sound of her sobs echoed through the hall, a shadow appeared in the doorway. Y/N barely registered the presence at first, lost in her pain, but then the familiar voice cut through the fog of her thoughts.

"Y/N..."

She froze, her heart stopping in her chest as she slowly looked up. Rafe stood in the doorway, looking more vulnerable than she had ever seen him. His usual confident stance was gone, replaced by something that resembled sadness and longing.

He’d been waiting for her. She knew it. He’d been hoping she’d come back to school so they could talk, so he could finally make sense of everything. But what was there to say? What could anyone say to make this better?

Y/N didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The sight of him only made the pain sharper.

The weight of everything they’d lost, everything that had changed, was too much to bear. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and stood, wiping her hands on her jeans, trying to regain some composure. But it didn’t work. She couldn’t hide the way her whole body trembled, her grief leaking through the cracks in her control.

Rafe took a hesitant step forward, his eyes never leaving her. "I’ve been waiting for you," he said softly, his voice laced with regret. "I... I need to talk to you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t want to hear it. Not from him. Not now. She took a step back, her eyes avoiding his. "I don’t need to talk," she muttered, her voice raw and barely a whisper.

"You can’t keep doing this, Y/N." Rafe’s words were gentle but firm. He was closer now, his presence looming over her. "You can’t just shut me out. I promised Kelce I’d look after you."

Y/N froze at the mention of Kelce’s name. Her chest ached, and the tears threatened to come again. She squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the pain.

"You’re not the only one who lost someone," Rafe’s voice broke through, and it hit her like a slap. "I lost Kelce too. He was my best friend. Sophia was your best friend, and she was mine too. My ex-girlfriend, Y/N."

The words felt like a punch to her gut. It wasn’t just her. It wasn’t just her that had to live with the fact that Kelce and Sophia were gone.

Her breath quickened, and before she could stop herself, the words came out. "This isn’t your fault, Rafe," she snapped, her voice shaky but sharp. "This isn’t just on you. It’s not just on me either. We both watched them die, and we couldn’t stop it. We couldn’t do anything, and now we’re stuck with the fallout."

Rafe took another step toward her, his face full of pain, but also something else—something softer, something vulnerable. "I promised, Y/N. I promised Kelce. And I’m not gonna leave you alone with this. Not now. Not ever."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, and in that moment, she felt the tension between them, thick and suffocating. It was always there, lingering beneath the surface. They were once childhood friends, so close, and maybe... maybe more than that, but it was all buried beneath years of unspoken feelings. Years of things left unsaid.

But not now. Not like this.

"That promise was for three minutes, Rafe. That was just a ride. Now it’s over." Her voice cracked, but she shoved past him, her body trembling with the force of her grief. "You can leave me alone now. Please."

He reached out, his hand catching her wrist, but Y/N yanked away, her anger flaring. "Just leave me alone!" she shouted, her tears blurring her vision. "I can’t... I can’t do this right now!"

Rafe stood still, his breath heavy in his chest, his face a mix of frustration and heartbreak. "I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I can’t. I can’t leave you alone with this. Not after everything we’ve been through."

Y/N shook her head, her sobs almost suffocating her. "You don’t get it. I don’t want you here. I don’t want anyone here. Just let me go."

For a moment, Rafe hesitated. He wanted to pull her close, to hold her, to make her feel better. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t fix this. Not now. Not when it was this broken.

Instead, he simply whispered, "I’m not giving up on you."

And with that, Y/N walked away, the weight of her grief and the tension between them pulling her further into the storm that was her heart.

Several months had passed since Rafe Cameron had started therapy, and the progress he had made was nothing short of remarkable. With the guidance of his therapist and his unwavering determination to be better, Rafe had developed a counting system to help manage his obsession with Y/N.

He wore a special watch, one with a timer function that he had set to an hour. Whenever he felt the familiar pang of anxiety creeping in, the sensation that he was running out of air without Y/N by his side, he would glance at his watch and start counting. One…Two..Three.. It was his way of keeping track of how long he could go without needing to see her, and he was determined to make progress. One sunny afternoon, Y/N had just finished her errands and was on her way home. Normally, she would have received several calls or messages from Rafe by now, but today was different. She had noticed his absence and had been eagerly waiting for that familiar call as she pulled into their driveway. A smile slowly spread across her face as she realized what that meant. Rafe was trying to hold off, to prove to himself and to her that he could manage his feelings of overwhelming attachment. He was sitting on the couch, notebook in hand, and his eyes were glued to the watch on his wrist. She watched in awe as he continued counting, seemingly oblivious to her presence. The seconds turned into minutes, and Rafe's counting continued. Thirty-Six…Thirty-Seven..Thirty-Eight.. As he approached the sixty-second mark, his heart raced, and he could feel the longing to see Y/N becoming almost unbearable. But he pressed on, his determination unwavering.

He could feel the anxiety building, the need to see Y/N intensifying with every passing moment. But he was determined. He continued counting, focusing all his energy on this self-imposed challenge.

As Y/N entered their home, she saw Rafe on the couch, his face contorted in concentration, his watch displaying the seconds ticking away. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she realized what he was doing. He had been trying to break free from his obsession, to become a better partner for her.

As Y/N quietly approached him, she saw the determination in his eyes, and her heart swelled with pride for her husband. Rafe had never lasted this long without needing to see her or call her when they were apart. This was a huge step forward.

Fifty-Six... Fifty-Seven... Fifty-Eight...

Rafe's brow was furrowed in concentration as he counted down the seconds. He knew she was home; he could hear the car in the driveway, but he was determined to make it to sixty.

Fifty-Nine...

As the final second ticked away, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement any longer. Without a word, Y/N crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Rafe, embracing him tightly. Rafe, letting go of his notebook and watch, embraced her just as firmly, a sense of accomplishment and pride washing over him. His hold on her tightened in response, and they stayed locked in that heartfelt hug for a moment, both feeling the weight of this small but significant achievement.

Rafe smiled, tears of joy welling up in his eyes. "I did it for you, Y/N. I'm trying to get better, for us." Y/N kissed him tenderly, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "I'm so proud of you, Rafe. You're making amazing progress."

With Y/N's unwavering support and Rafe's determination to overcome his anxieties, they were well on their way to a healthier and happier life together. They knew there would be challenges ahead, but as long as they faced them together, they believed they could conquer anything that came their way.

Rafe Cameron, the charismatic and talented captain of the ice hockey team, had it all. Good looks, charm, and an undeniable passion for the game that had made him the heartthrob of the university. But there was one thing that had captured his heart even more than the ice beneath his skates – Y/N.

Y/N was the kind of girl who turned heads wherever she went. With her infectious smile and an aura of warmth that drew people in, it was no wonder that Rafe had fallen head over heels for her. They had been dating for a while now, and their relationship was the envy of many on campus.

It was a chilly Friday night, and the university's ice hockey team was facing off against their arch-rivals. The stands were packed with cheering students, and Y/N was right there in the front row, proudly sporting Rafe's jersey. She couldn't help but cheer for every good play she saw, no matter which team it came from.

As Rafe glided across the ice, he couldn't help but steal a glance at his girlfriend in the stands. He noticed her cheering and clapping for a particularly impressive play from the opposing team.

As Rafe glided across the rink, his eyes darted toward Y/N, who was clapping and shouting for another player who had just scored a goal. Irritation flashed across his face, and he couldn't contain his annoyance any longer. During Half time, he goes to the stands finding his girlfriend with a clenched jaw. He finds Y/N in seconds, his voice low but firm, "If I see you cheering for others again at my games, I'll make them eat ice."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, finding his possessiveness endearing. "You're on the same team as them, Rafe," she replied with a smirk, thinking he was being a bit ridiculous.

Rafe scoffed, his protective instincts kicking in. "So what? Don't you stand there calling another guy's name when I'm literally in front of you, babe? It's as simple as that."

Her teasing grin remained firmly in place. "Well, if I want to, I will, sweetheart."

Rafe bit his lip, his frustration clear. "Don't you dare sweetheart me, baby, and don't use that smile of yours on me when you were literally showing it to everyone but me a few minutes ago."

Y/N couldn't help but play along. "It's just a smile, Rafe."

She leaned up and whispered in his ear, her voice soft and teasing, "Are you perhaps obsessed with me, sir?"

Rafe grinned down at his girlfriend, his blue eyes sparkling. "Call it obsession or however you want it, but you keep your eyes on me."

He lifted his hand, gently holding her face in his hands, his touch possessive yet tender. "They're always on you," she replied, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, a look that never failed to melt his heart.

"Were they though? Because I almost lost my game because of you," Rafe said, his frustration evident.

Y/N placed her hands on top of his, still cradling her face. "Not my fault you can't focus when I'm not looking at you," she teased.

"That's why I said it. Eyes. On. Me, my love," he paused on every word, emphasizing his point. Before she could respond, he leaned down and pecked her nose, pulling her into a warm embrace.

She playfully pecked his chest in return, a silent promise that from that moment on, her eyes would be on him and only him during his games.