THE DOOR slammed behind me as tears flowed freely down my cheeks. The words lingering in the back of my head like poison, "we need a break," my boyfriend of eleven months had just called a break on our relationship, he was clear on saying we weren't breaking up but he just needed some "space," usually breaks were a formal agreement between both party's of the relationship so I was having a hard time believing he hadn't just dumped me cold heartedly.

It didn't feel real, it felt as if I was walking on clouds as I walked to my car numbly. Sure I wasn't the most prettiest girl in the outer banks or the most wealthiest but I'd like to believe I was enough but perhaps I wasn't looking at how it'd turned out.

Rafe had never expressed he was having a hard time in our relationship, sure I had noticed he was a little more stand-offish then usual but that was a given he was never the most affectionate person when it came down to it.

I had liked to believe we were in love, from the start of our relationship when he had chased me around outer banks begging I go on a date with him. I agreed of course, deciding to give Rafe Cameron the most hated kook a chance. It worked out instantly and before I knew it I was head over heels in-love. But now I just felt lost, confused and hurt. Was it all fake? We're the feeling not genuine? The questions ran through my head as I pulled into my shift at work, quickly wiping my smudged mascara. I had no tears left to cry after I sobbed in his room as soon as the words left his mouth. He had stood there watching me with a torn expression, though he never did anything about it.

Kiara, a girl I worked with smiled at me as I entered the restaurant, I smiled back as I checked in to my shift. "Did you hear about the new girl in town?" She questioned as she organized the napkins neatly. I looked up at her skeptically furrowing my eyebrows "no," i answered shaking my head. She pulled her phone out from her pocket swiping to her photos app, she quickly tapped on the most recent photo turning her phone for me to look at. The girl had blonde hair that went down the waist and sparkling blue eyes that could easily be seen even from the distance the photo was taken from. "Her names emily," she mumbled "a kook," I studied the photo more deeply, she was super pretty and there was no doubt Rafe wouldn't sweep in on her. "When did she move here?" I questioned as I grabbed the notepad from the counter and walked to my first table, kiara followed after me closely behind "like last week?" She answered more as a question. I just nodded numbly in response jotting down the ladies order.

The next day I had woken up early to go on my morning beach run, something I had made a routine when I decided I wanted to stay fit- not for Rafe but for me. The lingering thoughts in my head where prominently there as all sorts of questions clouded my thoughts, like "why?"

I pulled my sport shorts on along with my sports bra, the sun was just starting to rise as I left my house jogging to the beach that was only a few mere meters from my house. I put my earplugs in my ears putting my playlist on shuffle as I started my run. The music blocked out the lingering thoughts as I focused on my breathing and soft beat of my music. The sand crunched under my sneakers as the wind brushed through my ponytail harshly. An hour had passed and I was growing tired, deciding to slow my pace. Two figures appeared in the distance, their silhouettes cuddled together in a couple like way, no doubt a young yoga couple on vacation here.

As I neared the couple they became more recognizable, I was wrong it wasn't a young yoga couple on vacation but none other then Rafe and the girl kiara had shown me yesturday. My heart panged at the sight of them laughing together and watching the sunrise, he looked down at her, softness prominent in his features.

I was too far for them to notice me, which I was grateful for as I breathed in harshly causing the tears to start rushing down my cheeks once again. I didn't want to near them, ruining their date and look like a clingy and crazy ex girlfriend, I wasn't somebody like that. I turned away holding in sobs as my body felt on fire.

I wasn't enough for him. I didn't have beautifully long blonde hair like hers, I didn't have a perfectly sculpted face and a perfect body. I wasn't enough for him and I will never be enough for him. She probably makes him laugh and smile more, makes him happy like I couldn't.

I was stuck in my feels as I mindlessly walked down the road back to my house.

A Jeep pulled over infront of me, I didn't bother looking up, too distracted by my feelings. "Y/n" i kept walking sobbing uncontrollably. A hand grabbed onto my forearm, I followed the hand as my eyes landed on the owner, Topper. His face was scrunched into confusion and concern as he brought me over to his car "get in," he ordered. I just complied, too tired and exhausted by my own feelings to care.

"I know what this is about," he spoke as he started the car pulling back onto the road. I just shook my head numbly, silently telling him to not talk about it. I was too broken to take anymore. "I'm taking you to talk to him," he mentioned, pulling into the Cameron's driveway. I paused looking up at him quickly "no, topper take me home." I urged. He just shook his head climbing out of his car. Topper was never the smartest especially when it came to others feelings, he was insensitive and never knew when to just comfort people rather then sorting problems that had nothing to do with him, sometimes it came in handy but right now I was cursing the trait given to him.

I obliged, climbing out of the car. Topper had already gone to get Rafe, as he was already standing infront of me the same torn face he sported before except this time he also had an underlying look of guilt. I couldn't bare to look at him any longer and I could hardly bother to form a sentence to speak to him, "do you love her," were the only words that I could manage out. He was silent for a few seconds as his breathing deepened, he was upset. I didn't care though, not enough to go running back to him not after he dumped me for her. "I- y/n," I nodded numbly still not meeting his eye "good, that's all I needed to hear," I spoke softly walking the opposite way back towards the road, stuff toppers good for nothing ride.

"Wait please," he begged grabbing on to my forearm, i tugged my arm away quickly as if he was on fire. He looked hurt stepping towards me instead, I held my hand up stopping him from coming any closer. His eyes started to tear up with hurt. "How long," I questioned.

"What-"

"How long," I spoke again cutting him off quickly, he looked down shaking his head at him self, "a week," I shook my head in disbelief wiping my tears away angrily "so you cheated on me?" I justified, he couldn't meet my eye as his gaze stayed on the gravel drive way. I scoffed "coward." And with that I walked away, away from the memories, away from my first love, my boyfriend, my protecter and my bestfriend.

Who needs boys anyway.