Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191112172810/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191218214955

12:01 am

Crack!

Sophie held back a scream.

She had stepped on a branch.

In the dark night, Sophie could barely see her hand in front of her face. The darkness surrounded her. Sucking in her breaths and and rushing goosebumps across her arms.

Pulling her cape tighter around her, she made her way to the back of the cave.

Back there, the darkness was worse. Sophie couldn't see anything. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face and she couldn't hear a sound.

Everything was still.

Sophie sank to the ground and leaned against the rocky wall.

It wasn't necessarily comfortable, but Sophie didn't care. She drank in the silence, letting it take the weight off her shoulders.

Just a little peace and quiet, even if it was just for a little bit of time, was amazing.

A luxury.

A luxury that Sophie had forgotten existed.

Sophie shivered.

She thought of the conversation she'd had with Keefe when they first started dating.

They'd been trying to figure out how to tell their friends.

Keefe had said, "Look, Foster. I don't care what our friends think. I don't care what Grady or Sandor. I care about you. So don't go off and do anything stupid. Don't die on me, Foster."

Sophie shivered again, remembering the intesity in his eyes when he'd said those words.

"Don't die on me, Foster."