Sokeefe Oneshots!

A/N: Hiii!

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Sophie's POV

It was a moonlit night, and I was alone, in the dark. Fitz had just left me. Forever. The last words he spoke was, "You made a choice -- Keefe, so I will make mine, goodbye." And he went, I saw black figures take him away, and then everything was calm.

At least I was not taken, too.

Alone. Alone. Alone. The Neverseen had hurt me. A lot. But this. Fitz has joined them. Voluntarily. It was too much.

I broke down, shaking and hugging mself.

A dark figure walked up to me, and sat down next to me. I instantly felt my glove drop, and a blue wind swept through my brain.

"Keefe?"

A positive reply came.

"I know it is hard for you, but we will get through it together!" Keefe whispered in my ears.

I felt determination circulating in my blood, and I held Keefe's hand as we walked towards the lights that meant home.

Grady wanted to say something about our hands and our close distance, but Edaline kicked him. Hard. So he fell silent. Resisting the urge to laugh, I let go of Keefe's hand. Edaline welcome both of us in.

"My dear," she began, but Keefe cut her off, and told her what happened with Fitz. I wonder how he knew, though. He seemed to know everything. As Keefe told the story, my adoptive parents' facial expression changed from shock, to anger, then to pity.

Grady muttered, "That, that boy."

I suppose that he was referring to Fitz now. He called Keefe that boy, and Fitz that, that boy. I tried not to chuckle.

Reluctantly, he pulled Keefe into a hug and admitted, "I should have trusted you more than that, that boy."

"Yeah, now I am not the that boy, anymore," joked Keefe.

However, I knew perfectly well of his impending guilt, waiting to burst out any second. Yes, I had just searched his mind. Keefe was regretting being Fitz's friend, and not aware of his plan.

He thought that maybe, if he had know earlier, maybe he could have prevented it, or at least, help me a little. He was so sweet, that I leaned onto his muscular figure, glad of his thoughtfulness.

Ever since he subtly confessed to me about his joke-as-mask idea, I would try to search his mind for any sign of guilt whenever he cracked a joke. I felt sad for him. Very much.

His parents was hurting him way tooooo deep. He was too easily hurt, too easily guilty. His sanity did not shatter only because he had learnt how to adapt to it. In a hard way.

He needed love. If his parents cannot provide it, then I will love him with all my heart. More than I will ever love Fitz. 'Cause the boy did not deserve it, while Keefe do.

I just hope he would get over this matter, and I would help him in whichever way I can. Especially since now, I have more chances to talk to him, as Grady and Edaline allowed him to stay over and accompany me, however long he wanted. He took up the offer eagerly.

He must stand braver, and we will go through the tough times. Together. Hand in hand, we will walk towards success. Literally.