KOTLC/PJO Oneshots

Back to December - Keefitz

Hi! I know I haven't been updating very consistently, but I'm trying. Anyways, this is really long for my regular oneshots so hopefully it'll make up for it. Here's a songfic of Keefitz to 'Back to December' by Taylor Swift.

IT IS A BREAKUP FIC!

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I'm so glad you made time to see me.

Keefe sat down next to Fitz. The other boy was quiet, picking petals of a rose. Down, down, down. Each petal drifted off like a drop of blood.

It was snowing quietly, and the soft white flakes brought down memories of falling down into the icy white blanket, rosy cheeks, and soft kisses.

How's life? Tell me, how's your family?

I haven't seen them in a while.

So, is Biana doing good? He asked softly.

Fitz still didn't look at him. She's good. How's your dad?

Awesome. Keefe tried for a smile, knowing full well it was fake. What about you?

I'm good. I'm fine. You? His voice was hollow, like he was holding back a rush of tears.

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

It's lovely today, isn't it? Keefe asked, catching a snowflake in his palm. It melted away into trickles of water, sliding down his wrist and soaking his sleeve.

I don't really love the snow. Fitz answered.

Keefe knew it was a lie. Snow was one of Fitz's absolute favorite things. Especially snowfall. Snowfall was beautiful.

Your guard is up, and I know why

Keefe stared at the ground. He wished this was easier. He wished the words would come easily. That they could laugh and talk, and it would be like it was three months ago.

Three months ago.

Because the last time you saw me,

It still burned in the back of your mind.

Three months ago, when they were the happiest. His life was full of gifts and laughter and smiles and hugs. His life was full of happiness.

But the bad thoughts came in. The overwhelming pressure of dating Fitz. The constant worrying if he was good enough for someone so perfect.

You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So, Keefe used his natural instinct. He ran. He ran far away, where he couldn't hurt Fitz. Where he thought Fitz would be happy.

He thought it would make everything so much easier. Because if he didn't love Fitz, his mother couldn't hurt him. And Fitz would be okay.

So, this is me swallowing my pride,

Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night"

He remembered walking into Fitz's room. It looked the same, but with dirty clothes strewn across the floor, letters and books piled on the desk, the windows shut and the room dark.

Fitz was on his bed, knees hugged to his chest, sobbing. When he saw Keefe, his eyes widened. Keefe?

I'm so sorry. Keefe whispered.

And I go back to December all the time

Memories flooded back. It was raining, cold and dark outside. Even thunder and lightning. Fitz looked up at him with scared eyes.