Rafe Cameron. (3)

The party continues.

Laughter. Music. Nothing changed.

Except you.

You walk quickly towards the beach exit, moving away.

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You stop.

Clear.

Rafe Cameron.

He approaches, confused.

Where are you going?

—To my house.

—Just like that, out of nowhere?

You look at it.

—It's not "out of nowhere."

He frowns.

—What did I do now?

His tone… normal.

That hurts more.

—Nothing—you say.

Rafe sighs.

—You always do this.

Silence.

You laugh, but it's not funny.

-Yes of course.

Take it a step further.

—Are you going to tell me or not?

You stare at him.

—What am I to you?

He stays still.

-That?

-Reply.

Pause.

Rafe runs his hand through his hair.

-I don't know.

You nod.

—Okay.

You turn around.

"Hey," he says, grabbing your arm. "What's wrong?"

You let go.

-Nothing.

—It doesn't seem like "anything".

You look at it one last time.

—You were right.

Rafe frowns.

-What are you taking about?

You take a deep breath.

—That we are nothing.

Silence.

But this time…

He doesn't know what to say.