Sokeefe Forever (Part 1) - By SilvenySlays :)

~Chapter Fourteen~

(Sophie's POV)

I can definitely tell that Keefe still loves me. But he's being held back by his guilt. I know that he thinks I got into the scooter accident because of him, but I need to prove to him that he hasn't messed up my life. He's made it better.

Sophie pulled a box out from under her bed and took the lid off. Her lips couldn't help twisting into a smile as she pulled out the pile of pictures of her and Keefe.

There was a picture at the very top that caught Sophie's eye.

She hadn't seen this one before.

Because it was a picture of Sophie while she was laying in her hospital bed, still lost in a coma. And Keefe was there, knelt beside her. His gaze was longingly looking at her. But his lips were pressed tightly together, like he was afraid to... Afraid to...

Sophie's eyes widened. He wanted to kiss her. But he didn't. Because he didn't think he was worthy. So she needed to prove that he was worthy.

She grabbed the pictures and started gluing them in an empty scrapbook she found. She wrote on the front: Lots of people care about you, Keefe.

She smiled silently at the words. She taped the pink gulon onto the front of it.

Then she rolled her wheelchair to his house.

She rang the doorbell, dropped the box on the front porch, and rolled quickly back to her house.

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(Keefe's POV)

When I heard the doorbell, it was literally 2:00 in the morning. But I was already awake. And my dreams were killing me, so I stumbled out of bed and trudged down the stairs, rubbing my eyes. I opened the door.

I was suddenly wide awake.

There was a box, with the words: Lots of people care about you, Keefe and the pink gulon taped to it. Definitely from Foster. He practically snatched the box, slammed the door shut, and sprinted to the couch. He took the pink gulon off of the lid.

It looked so messed up from the car accident. But it reminded him of Sophie. So it didn't matter. He focused on the words.

Lots of people care about you, Keefe.

That day, he had been conflicted between admitting his feelings or protecting her and Fitz. He had chosen to protect both of his best friends.

But now that he knew Sophie loved him back and Fitz was gone... There was nothing holding him back.

Except, there was.

His guilt was holding him back. He silently rubbed his finger over the words before taking off the lid with his lips pressed tightly together.

A gasp slipped through his lips.

It was a sketchbook filled with pictures of him and Foster.

It was like Sophie was right in front of him, saying: Look what you've done for me. You've done so much. You are definitely worthy. This is to make you see that. Please come back to me.

He sucked in a breath as he stared at the picture of her in the hospital bed when she was lost in the coma. He had hesitated before kissing her cheek, but he had definitely done it. She just didn't know that. He desperately wanted to be with her. But he needed to make sure his head was matching up with his emotions.

His emotions longed her like air. But he didn't know how his mind felt.

He thought of each emotion he'd felt while being with Sophie. None of them had been negative. None of them denied that he liked her. None of them told him that Sophie wasn't the right one. But he seemed to freeze as he realized the bottom of the picture had Sophie's handwriting on it.

She had written: I love you, too, Keefe.

His eyes burned with tears. What did he do to deserve such an amazing, beautiful, sweet girl?

And then he knew... He didn't deserve her. But Sophie wanted him anyway. He closed the sketchbook and jumped up from his couch, sprinting towards Sophie's house as fast as he could.