Sokeefe Oneshots

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Keefe's POV

She's gone. You can't do anything about it. Keefe thought. He cried even harder into his pillow. It was Foster's pillow. He curled up into a ball, and cried. She's gone, Keefe. She's gone.

It was late in the night, and it was super dark outside. But Keefe still got up and leaped to Calla's Panakes tree with his blanket. Sophie used to sleep there when her mind was filled with troubles. Sophie. Her name was beautiful, just as beautiful as her. Her. His soon-to-be wife. Sophie. Sophie Foster. Sophie Elizabeth Foster. The one he loved since... forever. She's gone. Gone with Foster. Gone. His tears stained his shirt and he cried. He cried and cried and cried. Gone with the one he loved. Gone with Foster. Gone.

There was no way to bring her back. Keefe saw her die.

It should have been me. Keefe thought. I should have been the one who died. Not Foster. She did nothing wrong. I should have died.

Keefe couldn't bring himself to think about Foster. But he knew he would never love anyone else. Because he loved Foster.

Loved. The past tense of it made him cry even harder.

"Keefe! This is so amazing!" Sophie said. She looked around at the boat that Keefe had bought her on in the Forbidden Cities.

"Just as amazing as you," Keefe replied. He got down on one knee, tood a deep breath and said "Sophie Elizabeth Foster, the love of my life, will you make me the happiest man alive, will you marry me?"

"KEEFE! OF COURSE I WILL!!!! Keefe, I love you!"

"I love you too, Foster," He mumbled as she pulled her in for a kiss. But the boat started to rock. It swayed back and forth. And it toppled. Keefe hung on to Foster and to the boat under the water, but she couldn't hold on to him. She fell to the deep bottems of the ocean floor in San Diego.

Sophie, Keefe thought. Sophie, please come back.

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WAHHHHHHH THATS LITRALLY SO SADDDDDDDDDDDDD

SOPHIE PLEASE DONT DIE ON US