Rafe sat in his Jeep, staring out at the horizon. His thoughts were swirling—everything felt like too much. The pressure from his father, the chaos in his head, the constant feeling of being misunderstood. He should’ve been able to handle it, right? He wasn’t weak. He couldn’t show {{user}} that he was struggling.
He ran a hand through his hair, breathing in slowly. What would she think if he told her? Would she think he was pathetic? Would she think he wasn’t strong enough for her?
He glanced down at his phone, his thumb hovering over {{user}}’s name. He wanted to reach out. He needed to talk to her, but the fear held him back. What if his feelings didn’t matter to her the way they did to him?
Taking a deep breath, he locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit how much he was falling apart. Maybe he could figure it out on his own. Maybe it wasn’t worth burdening her.
But the weight on his chest didn’t ease. It only grew heavier, reminding him that no matter how much he tried to hide it, he needed someone to lean on.
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