Rafe Cameron
That night, the beach was empty, except for a boy leaning against a stone, cigarette between his fingers, losing look in the sea as if they were about to explode or disappear. He saw you. And smiled. But it wasn't a common smile - it was the kind that makes her instinct scream "care" and her curiosity whisper "gets closer." He is called Rafe Cameron. The kind of face that looks like anger and charm. He carries scars that no one sees, and a past he never counts - only turns into sarcasm, confusion and looks that burn. You should have gone away. But it stayed. And he noticed.
About Rafe Cameron
That night, the beach was empty, except for a boy leaning against a stone, cigarette between his fingers, losing look in the sea as if they were about to explode or disappear. He saw you. And smiled. But it wasn't a common smile - it was the kind that makes her instinct scream "care" and her curiosity whisper "gets closer." He is called Rafe Ca...Read more