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Chapter 4

Sophie ran downstairs, expecting Keefe to be there at any moment. Surprisingly enough, Edaline convinced Grady to let Keefe stat after lots of arguing. Sophie wasn’t very enthusiastic about sharing Havenfield with Keefe, but if it could protect him she was willing. Her heart fluttered  as she found Keefe already inside, lounging on the couch. Keefe turned his head smirking as he said,

“What’s for the fluttering Foster?” Sophie blushed, about to reply as Ro broke in,

“Ooh there’s fluttering! You know what this means HunkyHair!” Keefe rolled his eyes at his ogre bodyguard, smiling. Sophie was sure her cheeks were nuclear now and she turned away walking into her room. She wasn’t sure what to expect of her room, but she didn’t expect to be sharing her room. A separate bed was on the other side of her bed, and two leather bags were on it. Edaline walked in, hugging Sophie as she said,

“This will be interesting.” Sophie looked up her eyebrows knitted together and asked,

“What do you mean?” Edaline laughed, shaking her head as she said,

“Never mind! Anyways you two will have to share a room until the gnomes get Jolie’s old room setup.” Her voice shook as she said the last part, and Sophie hugged her tighter, biting her lip. “Also, I think it’s time you told Fitz what happened at the matchmaking office.” Sophie groaned and Edaline walked away with a kiss on her head. Sophie knew Edaline was right though, but she really didn’t want to tell him. Anyway, the day was almost over. She decided to tell him the next day, no procrastinating. She changed into a striped pajama top and a solid blue pajama bottom, hearing a knock. Sophie opened the door, finding an ice blue eyed boy in red pajamas behind it and sighed.

“Wow so enthusiastic Foster! I never knew you could be so excited.” Keefe teased. Sophie blushed and walked into the bathroom, ignoring his comment. She brushed her teeth, forgetting about dinner. Her whole body felt exhausted and she knew the next day would be tiring. Sophie heard Ro’s footsteps as she entered her bedroom, forgetting that they had Ro as their guest too. Or muttered some interesting curses under her breath and Keefe laughed.

“Wow look at the princess now!” Ro glared daggers at Keefe and warned,

“Don’t you dare HunkyHair. I was just talking to Bo-”

“A love story for ages!” Keefe sighed dramatically, swooning into his bed. Ro was not amused and told him,

“I still have flesh-eating bacteria!” Keefe’s smile fell and he slouched, crossing his arms. Sophie almost laughed, but she was sure glad she didn’t because it would surely be the end of her. She hopped into her bed, getting under the covers and whispered,

“Night Keefe.” Keefe turned his head and whined,

“Are you not staying up all night Foster? Do you know all the havoc we could cause?” Sophie didn’t care to reply and she turned away, falling into a black haze.the last thing she heard was,

“Thanks Foster, for being here for me. Oh and good night.”

A pair of green eyes, the words, Sophie please!-Stop! Vespera’s cold smile as she said,

“Their vanisher will never be the same again.” A remnant of the monster liked this. It clawed its way to power, but Sophie took it down. Still the nightmares came again. This time it was worse. Then a bright blue breeze came, and swept everything away away. Replacing it with hopeful memories. Her sitting next to the panakes, relishing the moments she defeated the Neverseen. Fitz telling her that he didn’t care that she was unmatchable. Sophie dreamt of this, and had a restful night because of it. When she awoke, she felt ready to take on the task of telling Fitz, until she was right there, in front of Everglen’s doors. She was dressed in a plain blue tunic that had many pockets and a navy cape fastened with the Ruwen crest. Thankfully, Biana was the one to open the door, which meant that Sophie could fill her in on everything. Biana was easier to talk to and it helped a lot, so that when Biana left her at Fitz’s door, Sophie wasn’t as nervous. Her heart fluttered as a beautiful teal-eyed boy opened the door, and he flashed his movie star smile.

“Sophie, what’s up?” Sophie looked away replying,

“We need to talk.” Fitz nodded, letting Sophie into his giant room.

Fitz sat down on his gigantic canopy bed, and Sophie sat next to him.

“What’s wrong Sophie? I know something has changed.” Fitz twisted his fingers, looking at his shoes. Sophie grabbed his hands, turning his head to look at her as she whispered,

“I-I don’t know if I should tell you.” Her hands shook and sweat trickled down her neck. What would happen if she told him? Fitz shook his head, slightly smiling as he whispered back,

“You can trust me, remember?” Sophie leaned a little closer, telling herself to be brave as she reached up and smoothed the crinkle between Fitz's eyebrows with the tip of her finger, then looked at the ground as she told him that she was unmatchable. Her voice shook, and she couldn’t look to see his reaction. But she could feel the way his hands shook and hear the break in his voice as he told her he didn’t care. That was enough. Sophie got up and ran to the leapmaster, shouting Havenfield. Tears streamed down her face, they were cold and unforgiving. Sophie ignored Grady and Edaline’s questions as she ran into her room, locking her door. She curled up into a ball, crying herself to sleep. When she woke, it was dark and stormy, just like how she felt. She could hear footsteps down the halal, and she assumed they belonged to her parents, but when she opened the door she saw an exhausted Keefe behind the door.

“Hey Foster.” He grumbled, stepping into the room. “What happened?” Sophie was tempted not to tell him, she doubted he would understand, but she still did. And surprisingly, he did understand. He grabbed her hand whispering,

“If Fitz doesn’t see how important you are, then he’s not worthy of you, ok? Also, don’t worry about being unmatchable. I- Fitz would never care, I’m sure he’ll apologize.” Sophie nodded, crying into Keefe’s shoulder as he told her this. He just sat there, hugging her and sending her relaxing blue breezes through her mind. Soon her eyelids closed, and she fell asleep in his arms. When she woke, she was lying in her bed, and a big lump sat in front of her. When the world sharpens, she realized that lump was Keefe, and he was smiling right at her.

“Morning Foster!” He sang, clapping his hands so that light could enter the dim room. Sophie groaned as the morning light hit her face, and Keefe leaned in, closing his eyes. It was almost as if he was going to kiss her, but then he leaned back, and for some reason Sophie felt… disappointed. But don’t I like Fitz? She didn’t bother to answer that question, and Sophie blushed as she realized that Keefe must have felt her mood shift, but she didn’t really care. Keefe got up, and was about to walk out of  the room, but then he stopped in mid-walk. “Hey Foster, we should talk.” He turned around, smirking as he saw Sophie struggling to get out of her mountain of covers.

“Sure..” Sophie replied, managing to twist herself even tighter in her mess, “Although I was planning to go to Rimeshire later so.. maybe we should talk now?” Keefe walked over, helping her untangle as he replied,

“Going to see Dexie Poo I see.” Keefe nodded, walking out of the room. Sophie hastily ran to him, and followed him to the Panakes tree. The weather was perfect, and the purple-pink flowers falling from the Panakes made the day seem even more mystical. Keefe sat down inning his hands through his hair and sighing.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked, twining her hand with his. He gave her a weak smile, and Sophie’s heart turned to hummingbird mode.

“I-I want to know..” he whispered, looking up at the bright sun.

“Know what?” Sophie asked, encouraging him to go on.

“Why you like Fitz.” The words seemed to burst out of him, as if he had been holding them in forever. Sophie was curious. Why would he want to know? Although, Sophie didn’t ask that question out loud. Instead she answered his question.

“Well he’s handsome, I trust him, he’s kind, he’s smart, he… gives me gifts…” Sophie was running short on reasons why, and then she understood why Keefe wanted to know. Everything fit together like a puzzle. Keefe liked her, but so did Fitz. And Sophie had chosen Fitz, so Keefe wanted to know why.

“There’s the mood shift.” He mumbled, tearing his hand through his hair.

Sophie felt awful. All those times he had hinted to her, she had ignored it and denied it, and now she liked someone else. Keefe had always been so caring and giving and kind. Yet she liked Fitz, and she felt horrible for it.

“Keefe…” Sophie could barely get the words out, she had to force them out. Keefe looked pale and red in the face at the same time.

“I...I like Fitz.” Keefe nodded, slowly turning his head away.

“I know, even Alden knew, I was just hopeful.” With this confession, Sophie felt her heart breaking in two, but taomething stopped it.

“Alden?” Keefe looked at Sophie as if he had gone to far and mumbled,

“Yea he came over before the tribunal, saying that I should let you guys be.” Ro scoffed, making Sophie jump. She had forgotten that the ogre bodyguard was there.

“Yea, that slimy man.” Ro looked absolutely disgusted, then laughed. Sophie looked away, blushing.

“I can’t believe him, actually I can.” Sophie thought of the times Alden had manipulated relationships. Biana and Sophie, Keefe and Fitz, and now Sophie and Fitz.

“Do you hate me Sophie? Do you even need me anymore?” The voice was Keefe’s, and it sounded weak and defeated.

“No, I could never hate you and also..”

Pretty sure I'll always need you, Sophie transmitted. Keefe smilied, slowly hugging Sophie. Something in her snapped. She felt like she was floating on air. She didn’t know why, but she had a guess. It was because she liked Keefe. She didn’t know why she did know, but she did. It was a fact. She also now knew why Keefe’s brown journal was the one with happy stuff. It was because her eyes were brown. That alone made her feel appreciated and wonderful, but how could she tell Keefe now. She didn’t think she could. Luckily, Keefe would be able to feel her mood shift. Hopefully he would understand. Maybe he did understand, because he leaned in and gave her a kiss on her head. Emotions bubbled through her, weaving into one emotion. Hope. Hope that everything would be alright. Hope that they would win. Hope that… that she would survive.They just sat there for what seemed hours, until a loud voice interrupted. -Luna the Alicorn