(Rafes drawings)
Summary: Rafe tells you about his mother
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You and rafe had been dating for 3 months. Your relationship to you was as close as you could get to perfection. Rafe Cameron the cold blooded boy with steel walls towards everyone. Everyone but you
Rafe opened up quickly to you. Not just his mouth or his heart but his mind. Rafe allowed you to explore his mind both literally and figuratively. Everyone’s room reflects their mind.
Rafe never let anyone in his room. Sarah or wheezie always being met with a cracked door. But Rafe let you right In as if it were your own home
You never spent too much time exploring the walls of his room but today that was different. After a long conversation Rafe had gotten up to use the bathroom while you had gotten up just to walk around the Rafe filled space.
His room was neat. The dark blue walls pushing you away and mysteriously inviting you in at the same time. The smell of his expensive cologne hugging you.
You came across his desk to find his notebooks. You knew Rafe was an artist. You’re probably the only one that did know. Picking up the first notebook you began to admire the pencil markings on the paper
Page after page filled with pictures no one other than you and Rafe had seen. A smile formed on your face until you flipped to a page to see a woman. Under it captioned “ma 1978-2011”
You turn around to find Rafe staring at you intently. Rafe didn’t mind when you looked at his drawings, in fact he adored it. But the look on his face was far from adoration. Knowing you had been caught you knew you had to confront it.
“Rafe, who is this woman?” You asked quietly. Stepping toward him holding the page near him. Rafe shut his eyes quickly as if dust had filled them.
“Look at it,” he replied. You faced the drawing back towards you. The deep bright blue eyes, just like Rafes. The tan skin, just like Rafes. The freckles are even in the same places as Rafe.
“My mom” Rafe spoke before you could even get a word out. “She passed away right after wheezie was born. Doctors say it had nothing to do with the pregnancy but then again they couldn’t give us a clear reason for her passing. Ward threw every memory we had of her in the trash. Sarah and I were able to find a few pieces of her jewelry but the drawings are all I have. Haven’t spoken about her as a family since the funeral”.
You knew Rose wasn’t Rafes biological mom but it never registered in your mind to think past that. You walked over to Rafe sitting you both down on the bed.
“She would’ve loved to meet you y/n”
“She would’ve love to meet the man you became Rafe”