Talk:Book 8: Legacy/@comment-47.184.159.121-20191116162240

IF YOU ARE NOT SOKEEFE, DO NOT READ ON

I was writing my own version of book nine, and this is what happened:

“Are you calling me a kid, Foster?” said Keefe with a smirk, “You I’m older than you, right?” Sophie gave an exasperated groan/sigh. “I’m serious Keefe, tell me what’s wrong!” Keefe gave in. “I’m just worried about why my mom (*voice crack*) gave me this ability! What does she want with it?!” Sophie scooted over closer to Keefe and caught his hand. “Keefe, you’re not the person that your mom thinks you are,” she said gently, “Your stronger then she thinks. We all know that you would never help the Neverseen.” Keefe twined his fingers around Sophie’s and sighed. “I know. It’s just-” his voice cracked again as a tear rolled down his cheek. Sophie reached up and wiped it away. “Keefe,” she said, “you’re one of the strongest people know. You can get through this. I know you can. We just need to keep fighting, even if it means losing those we love.” Here, a tear ran down Sophie’s face. Keefe rapped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders and pulled her closer. Sophie rested her head on his shoulder. “Sophie,” whispered Keefe, watching the sun set in the distance, “there’s something I need to tell you.” “What is it?” whispered Sophie back. Keefe took a deep breath, he knew the time had come. “Sophie,” he whispered, barely audible, “I love you.”

it's SO cute!