Still Stuck Out in the Same Old Storm ~ sokeefe story

Chapter 18

Before this chapter, I wanted to say thx for all the reads. The comments, the vote on chapter 12 and a follower. I realllly appreciate it. And I hope you're enjoying this story.
Tysm xxx

Keefe:

Elwin welcomed me in with opened arms. And I told him everything, everything last detail, over about 4 mugs of cinnecreme.

When I finished he wrapped me in a hug.

"I've been getting those symptoms Elwin, I blamed it on grief and the injuries and stuff. Never told anybody." I say quietly "that's why I have to do this. It's already happening. I should've told her that but I just...if I told her it would become real and I...I don't want it to be. I just want to be normal."

And like a baby, I started to cry. Big, ugly sobs. I hate myself for it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't b-"

"Keefe. Let yourself cry. These haven't been an easy few months, heck! It hasn't been an easy few years."

I nod into his shoulder.

"Do you wanna go up to your room? Get some sleep?"

"Yeah. Thanks."
I don't want to be alone. But I can't be ungrateful. He had to listen to me for the last few hours, I'm not going to make him stay with me any longer.

I pull out of the hug. Giving him a strained smile. It turned out more like a wince.

He pulled me in for one last quick hug. "Come find me if you need anything. Anything at all."

"Thanks Elwin. For letting me stay.....and for being here."

"Of course. I care about you. Don't forget it."

I feel myself tear up again. A little bit of hope flickers inside me and I'm not completely sure why.

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I close the door behind me. Taking deep, slow breaths. But then I breakdown. Leaning back against the door, sinking down until I'm down on the floor. I curl into a ball. I'm not crying, I'm not wasting my time crying anymore. I have no tears left.

My whole world has crumbled in the last two days. I'm not talking to my dad anymore, it was an unhealthy relationship, but that rollercoaster is all I've ever known.

I'm gonna have to trigger new abilities or I'm going to lose myself. And if I lose myself I'll lose everything, everyone.

And the only person who was able to keep me from falling apart doesn't even care.

I take out my imparter and call Mr.Forkle.

"Keefe? You've decided?"

"Yeah. I'm doing it."

"Okay. We'll have everything ready by tomorrow with Livvy and Elwin."

"Yep. Thank you."

"Oh, and Keefe? Make sure there people there for you."

"I will."

He hung up, and that was that. It was happening.

Foster might come. This might be a bit stupid and stubborn but I know for definite, I'm not going to be the one to apologise. At least not first.

What she said stung a lot more than I'll admit.

I really shouldn't take life too seriously. I'll never get out of it alive.