Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:9114:733B:1196:4149-20191110204802/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:517D:5E81:E092:7C3A-20191125054337

...................................................................... Keefe ........................................................................

"Hey."

Keefe whipped around on his spiny chair, whirling around a few times before his blurry eyes came into focus, landing on a beautiful blonde girl in the doorway. She was smiling nervously as she held up a packet of...

"You brought me E.L. fudges again?" Keefe asked, cracking a real grin.

"And she made me hold two cups of warmed milk, perfectly balanced and whatnot so ''the milk wouldn't bubble." ''Sandor grumbled as he strode in, handing Keefe a warm cup of milk. Sophie plopped down on his bed, ripping open the packet and gave Keefe a chocolaty cookie before dipping hers headfirst into the milk.

"Ohmygodthesearesogood!" Keefe declared through a mouthful of soft, soaked biscuit. "How do you even stand being away from them?"

"I don't," Sophie replied with a smirk. "That's why I'm here. Why are you mad at me?"

Keefe froze and hunched his shoulders. "I dunno," he mumbled. "I guess, just upset and tired."

"Biana told me about Fitz and Alden," Sophie said, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'm so sorry."

"WHAT?"

"Keefe-"

"Sophie, no. I don't want to talk about it. Speaking of that, I have something I need to do with Dex, so..."

"That's it?" Sophie asked, her smile fading. "Thanks for the cookies, so please leave? Keefe, please!"

"I'm NOT feeling okay right now, all right, Sophie? So just LEAVE ME ALONE, please."

With shaky steps, Sophie uncurled her arm and stumbled out the door. Keefe swore he could hear sniffling, but he didn't care. Sophie was just...so hard to read sometimes. He just needed to be alone.

Alone.

The word sounded so drunkenly cool, as he flopped back down on his pillow and let the ice embrace him, tears streaking down his face. A cool, shivery tingle ran down his back, but it took him a moment to realize that it was actually real.

Keefe jolted upwards, almost screaming as he almost collided with his own mother.

Sitting right on the edge of his bed.

Right.

There.

"Keefe," his mother said softly wrapping an arm around him. This time, Keefe didn't have the strength to argue. "Keefe, who's been through so much. Who just needs a break. From Sophie Foster."

"Mom... why do you have to be evil?"

"I'm not evil. That's just your point of view. But from my point of view, I am a good person fighting for a good reason, and the Black Swan is evil."

"How can you say that?" Keefe asked, yanking away from mom. He was sort of thankful Ro wasn't here- busy on some assignment. She would have never heard Lady Gisela out. But... neither would he.

What was wrong with him?

"Go or I will use this," Keefe warned, snatching a melder from under his pillow and aiming it at his mother's heart.

"You wouldn't," Lady Gisela laughed. "You couldn't. You shouldn't. And you can't."

With that, she vanished in a puff of smoke.