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Rafe Cameron: angst

Rafe shot to his feet, the chair scraping against the floor. "You didn't do anything," he roared, slamming his fist on the table. The bottle wobbled but didn't fall. "You're not the problem, Y/N. I am."

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, unsure of what to say. Rafe never talked about his feelings, never let anyone in that deep. But she could see the torment in his eyes, the desperation in his clenched fists. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I mean that I don't know how to deal with this," he said, gesturing wildly between them. "With...this." His voice was thick with emotion, the words catching in his throat like a noose tightening.

Y/N's heart raced as she tried to piece together what he was saying. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Rafe took a step towards her, his eyes blazing with something she'd never seen before. "I'm talking about the fact that every time I look at you, all I can think about is how much I want to...to kiss you, to hold you, to tell you how much you mean to me!" His voice grew louder with each word, the whiskey sloshing in the bottle he still gripped in his hand.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This was not what she'd expected. "Rafe," she began, but he cut her off.

And then what?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger. "You're going to tell me you don't feel the same? That I'm just some dumb, lovesick fool?"

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide. She'd always known there was more to Rafe than he let on, but this raw vulnerability was something she'd never seen before. It was like looking at a feral animal that had been caged for too long—part of her wanted to run, but another part was drawn to the pain she saw in his eyes. "Rafe," she said carefully, "you're not a fool."

He took another step closer, his chest heaving. "Then why can't you just leave it?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Why do you have to keep pushing?"

Y/N swallowed hard, her hand rising to rest on his chest. She could feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palm. "Because, Rafe," she said, her voice barely audible, "I'm in love with you too

The words hung in the air like a confession in a silent church, resonating through the garage and echoing in the quiet night outside. Rafe's eyes searched hers, disbelief and hope warring within him. He'd never expected this, never allowed himself to imagine it. His heart raced like a wild horse, straining against the reins of his control.

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to respond, but all he could do was stand there, frozen. The whiskey bottle slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor, the sound a metaphor for the walls he'd built around his heart. The alcohol pooled around their feet, a symbol of the chaos that had just been unleashed.

Rafe stared at her, his chest tightening. The room spun around him, the smell of gasoline and grease mixing with the faint scent of her perfume—a sweet, flowery scent that had haunted his dreams for so long. He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do with the love she'd just laid bare in front of him. It was too much, too overwhelming.

But Y/N didn't back down. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "I've been in love with you for ages," she said, her voice steady. "I just didn't know how to tell you without breaking us apart."

Rafe's chest felt like it was being crushed under the weight of his emotions. He wanted to believe her, to let himself feel the warmth of her love, but fear held him back. "What if it's not real?" he choked out. "What if it's just...just because you've known me so long?"

Y/N's hand moved up to cradle his cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "It's real," she whispered. "I know you're scared, but I'm not going anywhere."

Rafe's eyes searched hers, desperation and doubt warring within him. He'd spent his whole life pushing people away, afraid to get too close, afraid to get hurt. But Y/N had always been there, a constant in the ever-changing landscape of his life. Her love was the one thing he hadn't expected, and the one thing he didn't know how to reject.

"Rafe," she said, her voice a gentle caress, "I'm not asking you to change who you are. I just want you to know that I'm here, that I see you. All of you."

Rafe's breath hitched, the warmth of her hand seeping into his skin. The fight, the whiskey, the weight of his unspoken feelings—it all crashed down on him like a wave. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he took a shaky breath. "What if I don't know how to love you?" he admitted, the words leaving his mouth like a confession.

Y/N's thumb traced his jawline, her eyes never leaving his. "You already do," she said softly. "You just need to let yourself feel it."

Rafe closed his eyes again for a second before opening them up again, looking into the depths of hers. He could see the truth in her words, feel it in the way her hand trembled against his skin. He didn't know how to navigate this new terrain of emotions, but the thought of losing her was suddenly unbearable. He leaned into her touch, his body yearning for the comfort she offered.

They stood there for a moment, the tension in the air thick enough to slice with a knife. Rafe's heart hammered against his ribs as he felt Y/N's hand slip away from his cheek. He reached out, his own hand trembling, and took hers in his. Her skin was soft, a stark contrast to the calloused roughness of his own. For a brief moment, he felt like he could conquer the world.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay." It was all he could manage, but it was enough. Y/N's smile was like the sun breaking through a storm, lighting up the room.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to push you away."

Y/N squeezed his hand, the warmth of her touch grounding him. "It's okay," she said, her voice gentle. "I just want to be here for you."

Rafe's eyes searched hers, finding comfort in the familiar pools of kindness. He'd never let anyone in this deep before, but with Y/N, it felt...right. "I don't know how to do this," he confessed, his voice thick with vulnerability.

Y/N stepped closer, her free hand resting on his chest, right over his racing heart. "You don't have to," she assured him. "We'll figure it out..together."