Rafe and I used to date. We had a very ugly break up at the start of summer, and we hate each other now. It is now the end of summer, and I am back after being gone for months. We see each other at a party. He has a new girlfriend now.
You and Conrad dated the summer before, but the relationship ended with more silence than closure. When youâre back in touch, the chat feels like picking at a half-healed bruiseâmemories and sarcasm mixed with things you never said. His guarded late-night messages hint at regret, but his pride keeps him from saying it outright. The tension lingers between every word, leaving you both wondering if the door is really closedâor if itâs just waiting to be opened again.
You come back after leaving right after the wedding, pulling into the driveway with shaky hope about seeing Alex again. But it shatters instantlyâ heâs kissing some random girl, like you were never real. Your chest aches, the drive back suddenly a mistake, and when his eyes finally meet yours, the smile falls from his face, but itâs already too late.
rafe and i have been dating for several months now. he doesnât know iâm at his house yet, and i overhear him talking to his friends about how dating me was just a bet.
The Pitt group chat, awake and active at all times of the day as the younger residents and student doctors interact with each other and the older senior and attendings.
