⎯⎯⎯⎯ IN WHICH! ⎯⎯
aofie dyundi finds herself tied
up in a friendship she never
thought she'd have. reasoning
being hurricane agatha played
a trick on her safety.
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
❪ 🌇 ₊ ꜜ ˚. 🍀 ⊹ ༘ 🌃 ❫
⎯⎯⎯⎯ OR WHERE...
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"Rafe why didn't you tell me sooner? I could've leant you money, you know I don't care to. Especially when it comes to you."
She told him, holding the phone to her ear as she was tidying up her room, attempting to distract herself from overthinking everything.
"Ef, I don't want to seem like a charity case. I appreciate you trying to help, I really do. But I need to figure this out on my own."
He tried to reason with her, and Aofie scoffed at him as she tossed the rest of her dirty clothes into the laundry basket.
"Rafe. This is Barry we are talking about. He's dangerous. He will hurt you. Please let me help. I can't lose you to some shitty drug dealer."
Rafe almost gave in from the desperation in her voice, but he refused once more.
"Rafe please. He kicked you out for fucks sake! Ward beat Barry. He isn't going to go after Ward. He is going to go after you. Unless you give Barry some money to get him off your dick, he won't give up."
She was practically begging tears falling out of her eyes, and Rafe himself was on the verge of crying at how broken she sounded.
"I will be fine Ef. I'll be fine for us. I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever. Okay?"
Aofie nodded knowing he couldn't see her, and sniffled wiping away her tears.
"I promise. Now get some rest, I'll keep you updated."
