As Sophie and Keefe trailed behind the rest of the group walking from P.E. I felt familiar jealousy flare. The same burning hatred every time I saw someone get close to Sophie. I knew I shouldn't hate the way Keefe held a special place in her heart; the way he held her hand or wrap his arm around her shoulder.
I, of all people, knew that Sophie had her own choice. But, alas, whenever I saw the closeness, the tight-knit trust between Keefe and her. Trust that even we didn't share; trust that Cognates should but don't have. Trust that we no longer shared.
I had strained said asset many times since Sophie arrived in the Lost Cities. First, when Dad had been lost after Fintin's disastrous memory break. At the Tribunal for my traitorous older brother Alvar. Those were only the worst, barely brushing the surface.
He could understand her hesitance to fully let him back in. Keefe, though still not perfect, had never done it said such horrendous things to her. I admit, I do, that it was almost entirely my fault for the sudden tear on their Cognate connection.
It didn't hurt any less though.
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When Worlds Meet ✔️✔️
FanfictionA daring crossover filled with battles and definetily uses of abilities- adventurous and dangerous, even perilous expeditions with one another- a crossover if you will- to save both of their worlds.
