Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39014312-20190629100211/@comment-39014312-20190722185604

Hope

Sophie paced back and forth, her hands tightened into fists. She had been pacing for ten minutes straight. Everyone was sitting on one of Lord Cassius's Sofas, watching her except for Linh. Linh had her face in her hands.

"Why didn't work, I mean how could it not work!" She shouted, feeling like ripping out her hair.

Fitz put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her angry pacing. "Calm down, It's not your fault."

Sophie pushed it off, "How is it not my fault!!" her coice dropped, "He wanted to talk to me, Fitz. And I just ignored too busy with..."

She stopped, this was not the right moment to tell Fitz that she was Unmatchable.

Unmatchable, just thinking of the word made her want to scream.

Fitz furrowed his eyebrows. "Too busy with what?"

"Never mind that." Sophie said shaking her head.

''Come on, tell me. ''Fitz's voice whispered inside her head.

Sophie shoved him out of her mind, "Not right now!" she shouted.

Fitz stumbled back, his eyes flickering with pain.

Sophie dropped the ground and sighed, " I'm sorry." she brought her knees up, her voice shuddering. "I didn't mean to...I-I just need some time to think."

Fitz nodded stepping back, and sitting on one of Keef'e father's overly expensive chairs.

Lord Cassius finally spoke, "Well, if anyone can fix this mess it's you, Miss Foster."

Sophie turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"

"Well it seems you are the one always thinking of the ideas." He paused, "Or so my son says."

Lord Cassius, for once looked regretful, but there was something else in his eyes as he stared back.

Hope.