Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-38555415-20190907232410/@comment-2605:E000:1309:C956:7CD2:5CFB:487D:6B8B-20190916004857

i made revisions to your writing. THIS IS NOT MY WRITING!!!! I SWEAR THAT THIS IS ALL PEARBLOSSOM'S WRITING!!!!! welp, now that that's settled, heres the changes!

'''Sophie sat on her giant canopy bed, feeling like a tiny ant. She started fidgeting with the hem of her tunic that read, Empaths Give Me All The Feels. She was so not ready to tell Fitz that she was…. unmatchable. He was supposed to leap over to Havenfield today, or so he said. Sophie started to worry so much she rubbed her Cognate Ring. She wasn’t sure how he was holding up after Alvar escaped. Sophie sucked in a heavy breath when she heard a knock on her bedroom door and tried to manage to say “Come in.” but she said it more squeakily than she would have liked. Sophie started to hear the door creak open and she looked over her shoulder, ready to confess what she had been holding back for weeks. But as she prepared herself to blurt it out and be over with it, Sophie let out a startled squeak when she saw who walked through the door. because it wasn’t Fitz who walked in.'''

'''Sophie blinked, surprised. What was Keefe doing here? He looked a little nervous when he sat down next to her and said, “are you okay, Foster? You feel a little bit…” He waved the air like he always did when he read emotions through the air. “Different,” Keefe decided. “Do you need me to clear up all that Foster Funk?” Keefe reached to take her hand, but Sophie flinched and he pulled his hand back. Keefe cleared his throat. “Sorry,” Sophie began, but Keefe cut her off. “No, Don’t. It’s fine Foster, no need to start blasting that cyclone of worry towards me.” he smiled, but Sophie could tell it was forced. “Let’s talk outside,” Sophie transmitted, making him jump. But he simply nodded his head. No joke. No smile. Not even about the tunic that she was wearing. He could tell that something was up.'''

'''As they started walking up the hill, Keefe finally broke the silence. “Are you sure your okay?” Sophie sat down on the grass and leaned against Calla’s Panakes Tree. she nodded her head even though she knew it wasn’t true. “Great, wanna try that again with the truth?” Empaths. Sophie shook her head, holding back the tears she knew would be dripping down her face in a minute. “I know that you’re probably hoping that I’m the Fitzter right now, but just know that I’m here to help you no matter what.” Sophie looked away. “Edaliune hailed me about the Matchmaking Office.” Keefe said quietly. Sophie whipped her head around, her eyes wide. “She told you?” Sophie transmitted. Keefe nodded ever so slightly, looking at the ground as he fidgeted with one of the fallen Panakes blossoms. Sophie couldn’t keep the tears in. they spilled over and rolled down onto her cheeks where Keefe offered her his cape to dry them. “What will Fitz think of me now? What do you think? I-I-I can’t....” Sophie sniffled. It’s okay, Foster. If anyone says anything, I’ll have Biana drop them like we’re playing Bramble.” He winked. And Sophie’s lips tugged at the idea of a smile, but it wasn’t enough to make it fully form. '''

'''Right at that moment, Fitz sat in his room. He was about to go to Havenfield but he wanted to make sure he had everything he wanted to bring for Sophie. Crush cuffs, Ripplepuffs. Yep, he had it ready. Biana walked in the moment he was about to light leap. '''

Biana said, “Have fun with your girlfriend!” She laughed.

Fitz rolled his eyes but smiled as he walked into the light.

'''Back at Havenfield, Keefe shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong with you Foster. But maybe, Fitz isn’t right for you?” Sophie’s heart jumped into her throat at the thought. “But, he has to be right?” Her thoughts raced. At the same moment, Fitz appeared in the field. When he saw her, he smiled but it turned into a glare when he saw Keefe. Sophie realized how close she was sitting to Keefe and scooted over a bit. Keefe’s face went neutral, but Sophie didn’t seem to notice. She was focused on Fitz and what she was about to tell him. Fitz stalked over stiffly and said, “Sophie, can we talk?”'''

'''Sophie nodded nervously and said, “Of course.” She stood up and shook out her tunic. She walked over to a secluded area of the field with Fitz. The tension in his shoulders went away and he said kindly, “I’m not mad, Sophie. This is my proof.” He handed her the box of ripplepuffs but held onto the crush cuffs. Sophie relaxed and opened the box. She smiled but it faded slightly when she reminded herself that she hadn’t told him yet. Sophie said, “Fitz, I....” Her words trailed off as tears slipped down her face. She swallowed hard and said, “I went to the matchmakers.” Fitz smiled and said, “How did it go?” “I was....”Sophie couldn’t breathe. “Unmatchable.” She whispered the last word as if it were forbidden. Fitz blinked, not showing any emotion. Fitz said, “It doesn’t matter?” His face contorted, for he hadn’t meant it to be a question.'''

'''Sophie mumbled, “Maybe Keefe was right.” Fitz’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. “Right about what?” “That we’re not right for each other,” Sophie said flatly. “I wish we were.” She began to turn away. Fitz took her arm and said tearfully, “We are right together. I know it. The matchmakers are wrong, I’m sure.” “But what if they’re not?” Sophie nearly screamed. Fitz was desperate. “Sophie, please. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want us to be mad at each other.” Keefe strut over and said, “Fitz, just let it go. The MatchMakers are right, okay?” Fitz felt anger boiling inside him and he yelled at Keefe. He had made the connection about what Keefe was trying to do. “Stop! You don’t get to be with Sophie! I’m not the one who left her for the Neverseen! You can never ever deserve her!” He swung a fist to punch Keefe but Sophie jumped in front of him. Fitz’s fist struck Sophie in the forehead and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Fitz yelped in guilt and shock. “Sophie!” He kneeled down next to her. Keefe kneeled down as well. He glared at Fitz. “This is your fault! You still think you deserve her?” Keefe scooped Sophie into his arms and walked towards Havenfield. After a few steps he stopped and said, “If you do, Fitz, then you’re even more egoistic than ever.” He walked all the way inside, carefully holding Sophie and slamming the door behind him as Fitz stood stone still, alone. He numbly took out home crystal and leaped back to Everglen. As he walked into the light, he threw the crush cuffs out of his pocket and they sat in the field while he never gave them a second glance or thought.'''