Broken B3 - Break For You

Chapter 1

Sophie's POV

"We made a mistake," my voice was stone-cold.

"What do you mean?" Keefe asked.

"I mean... he was hypnotized by Vespera," I said the last part quickly.

"Uh, did you lose some of your brains when you entered Fitz's mind?"

"I know what I saw. And I have photographic memory."

"Yeah! All the more reason to have it confused! You have so many memories of my awesome self, that you are blinded by my blonde hair and can't see straight!"

I sighed, pulled out my memory log, and projected what I saw.

I put the log in front of his face so he could see.

A large ogre's footsteps shook the whole room as he passed through a wall. Fitz wasn't surprised - after all, Vespera was the master of illusions. The ogre came back with an object as big as my big toe. What seemed like the top of it swirled with black and yellow wavy lines. The side was lined with three buttons - one red one, one green one, and a black one. Vespera slid the gadget on her index finger as if she had sprained it.

"Shall we begin?" Vespera grinned.

"Begin what?"

"Sophie's demise."

His mind was filled with the idea of killing me. I couldn't do that! He thought. But the more that the ideas wandered around, the more they devoured him. The zombie thoughts drowned out all of the good times he had with me. I felt a tear slip down my cheek.

There's no way you're coming with me! The memory showed in front of Fitz. You're so useless!

I hadn't said that! The monsters in my mind changed every memory he had of me. And the more moments they changed, the more he could believe them. Sophie never did any good! She just held me back and called me useless! But I'm not useless. I'd show her. He felt determined.

He blankly said aloud, "Kill Sophie Elizabeth Foster."

"Wait. So he wasn't lying when he said Vespera...?" he trailed off.

I nodded.

"I'm still here you know!" Fitz said from the chair he was in.

"Right. Let's make use of the time we have left. Do you think you're out of it?"

"Yes! Yes I am out of it! Sophie Elizabeth Vacker, I love you with all my heart! Please forgive m-"

"- Stop! Firstly, It's Sophie Elizabeth Foster now. And secondly, I wasn't lying when I said I'm not forgiving you. The fact that Vespera, who knows nothing about love, could alter all your memories about me, proves that you didn't and don't love the way I loved you. But that's over now. You're lucky I'm deciding to be merciful. I'll let the council let you go, but only when you have the Warden on," I burst.

"Sophie, please! I beg of you, for-"

"-Wonderboy, she told you twice! Her life has been perfectly fine without you in it these past five years. So if she thinks you've been a total d*ckhead and you don't deserve to be forgiven, let it be!" Woah. That's all I thought when Keefe exploded like fireworks.

"Chill out, Hunkyhair you-"

"-You don't have the privilege to call me that!"

"Let's just go," I muttered, pulling Keefe by the arm. We got out of the cell, but before we started climbing the "infinite" stairs again, Keefe pulled me aside from the council.

"Foster... I was wondering, since Fitz didn't do anything on purpose... does that mean you're going to go back to him?" He asked shyly. I frowned.

"Never! I've found someone I'm happier with! Besides, just cause he didn't do it on purpose doesn't mean he didn't do it. I'm never ever forgiving him." That was it. Period. I loved Keefe, and nothing Fitz did was going to change that.

"Okay. Just checking, Foster." We got back to the council and walked up the stairs and out of the eerie prison.

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I clambered in bed when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I grabbed the sword Bo had given me, just in case it was an intruder.

"Who's there?!" I checked, pointing the sword.

"Jeez, Foster! It's just me!" Keefe stepped into the light.

"Oh. Sorry," I said blushing. "Anyway why are you here?"

"I, er, couldn't sleep..." And he wanted to see me. That was... weird.

"Right."

"Yeah, I just wanted to check if you were... awake! Yeah, that's what I wanted to do! You know, my dad snores super loudly." I let out a giggle. "I'll just... ask Gigantor to give me a room... and I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Wait!" I grabbed his arm. He turned around. "Stay with me...?"

"Sure Foster. I'll always - nevermind. Do I need like a mattress or someth-"

"Sandor is probably sleeping... we can make do with what we have." My cheeks flushed when I realized what I was implying.

"Aw, Foster is dying to snuggle with Lord Hunkyhair! I shall obey Miss F's wishes."

"I mean if you don't want to or anything that's fine I know it's weird and -" He had already climbed in.

"Come here, Foster! You know you want to!" He opened his arms out and I gladly accepted the hug. He released me and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Should I not still be mad at Fitz?" I asked.

"Should you not?" he repeated. "I don't know. Foster, that's up to you. You can choose to forgive him, or you can hold a grudge; whatever feels most right to you."

His eyes were intently focused on my lips. I looked up and down, figuring out whether I should do it or not, but he decided for me. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in.

The gap between us disappeared as his soft lips met mine. Something inside me electrified as I wrapped my arms around his neck and fluttered my eyes closed. He gently pulled away, looked at me again, then came back in for more. I put my weight against his body and deepened our kiss. We spent most of the night like that.

Eventually, Keefe slept off, but I was tossing and turning all night. I meant everything I had said to Fitz in Exile. So why did I feel so guilty?

A/N Guilt is the worst demon to bear, strangling you from the inside of your body.