𝔸 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕗𝕖

7. Flashback

Keefe:

I wanted to be mad.

Angery.

Hurt.

Broken.

But I knew I shouldn't. It was my fault that I was stuck up here in my room for the rest of my life.

But then again......

I started to punch my pillows on my bed, scattering feathers everywhere.

I needed more.

I took the books off my bookshelves and threw them on the floor with all my might.

Still though.... Not enough.

I looked around my room until I found the perfect thing.

My Empathy lesson.

I ripped up the papers in the shredded bit and threw them blindly into my trash can. Then I took the book, ripping pages out of it and throwing it against the wall.

Oh, how that felt so good.

But then it was all over.

Now I lay there on my bed with a bunch of feathers.

Crying?

No Keefe. Be a big boy now. Don't cry.... Don't ----

I broke.

Into tears.

Soaking my bed.

Wishing someone was here to comfort me.

Anyone.

I wanted to break.

Away from this horrible world.

Gone. Dark. Away.

But I couldn't.

For Foster.

She's the one that's been keeping me alive all these years.

Even when I didn't know her yet...

When she was still out in the Forbidden Cities...

I know it was her keeping on my feet.

Forever.

And always.

Foster, you're mine.

Sophie POV:

Soon day turns into night and I'm about to go to sleep.

Again.

Still worrying about Keefe and what his punishment is.

I decide to try to check on him telepathically. I stretch my brain out as far as I can, channeling as much energy forward as I can...

Keefe? KEEFE? Are you okay? I repeat over and over again in my head.

Keefe? KEEFE? KEEFE?

Hello glitter Foster. How's Silveny doing?  Keefe finally responds after what feels like forever.

KEEFE! No time to joke around, I say