Sophie woke up and yawned, while she slowly dredged up the memory of last night. Omg that must have been so awkward and embarrassing, Sophie thought. Then she quickly shook her head, as if trying to convince herself that it was NOT true. She stumbled into the bathroom, and somehow managed to trip on her rug, her slippers, air, and her own feet (A/N classic clumsy Sophie) in the first 30 seconds. After that cheerful experience, she woke herself up by splashing herself with cool water. After she showered and changed, she went downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?" Edaline asked as she watched Sophie do the following things:
Sophie: *trips on literally nothing*OWWW!!
Sandor: *steady her* Be careful next time, Miss Foster.
Sophie:There won't be a next time*glares*
Sophie!*stumbles and falls flat on her bottom*OUCH!!!!
Sophie: *slides down the next few steps like a spiky water slide* OMG OW OW OW OW OW!!!!!!!
Sandor:*burst out laughing but trying to cover it with coughs while attempting to steady her causing them both to fall down a few steps*
Sophie: *death glare* I can walk!!
Sandor:*snorts sarcastically* Suuuuuure you can.
———AND Repeat!!———
After Sophie FINALLY finished her Walk Of Doom down the stairs, everyone—except her—was laughing their heads off like a couple of maniacs. "Have some breakfast, honey," Edaline managed to choke out before she burst out laughing again. Sophie is embarrassed and angry, but eating breakfast seemed easier then sending the whole room death glares, so she took a golden, delicately carved fork and pulled a plate of mallowmelt in front of her.
Well, it was not.
Between all of the laughter, she was pretty sure that Edaline has been sending her sappy eyes and mischievous, evil grins. Sophie groaned.
Sophie thought about everything that happened yesterday, and suddenly felt another sharp pang on heartbreak and regret wash over her, like salt on still-fresh wounds, burning, raging, absorbing her with the most intense pain known to anyone. She had never felt as broken as she did now. Everything shattered. The little heavenly world she found while hanging out with Keefe? Shattered. Broken like glass, slicing across her heart blade after blade, shard after shard. Not only that, she also felt intense regret. Regret of loving him. Regret of dating him. Regret of ever living.........
If you asked her how she felt right now, it would probably be a mixture of heartbreak, betrayal, anger, jealousy, and stupidity. Yes, stupidity. How could she be so stupid for ever falling for that playboy? What's the point of having the knowledge of a thousand elders if you can't even tell the difference between genuine love and a fake relationship?
She excused herself to leave the still laughter filled room, then clumsily crawl-walked up to the Leapmaster 5000. Right now, she just wanted to be ANYWHERE but home. Well, ANYWHERE except Havenfield and The Shores Of Solace. She doesn't even know which crystal she called down until she stepped into the warm and tingly beam of sunlight.
Welp, I'm tired rn. But, I WILL update tomorrow. I mean, you deserve it, don't you?
—Aurora🩵
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The Shadows And The Blonde: A Taphie Fan-Fiction
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