Sokeefe Snippets

Shadows of Resolve

Hi guys! I wrote this while listening to some songs the one above being one of them. ( I love Sweater Weather ) This isn't usually my writing style but I write like this from time to time and I wrote this just now ( it's so late oh gosh) and decided to share it with ya'll. Hope you guys like it!!
I know 2 people asked me for 2 types of stories and I promise I'm working on it but it's hard and I got writers block so I'll get it to you soon! IM REALLY SORRY ABOUT DISAPPEARING FOR LIKE A MONTH I WENT OVERSEAS!!
Anyways. Love, read, vote, comment, enjoy!! ❤️

Clash. Of colors. Of swords. Of hearts. Of emotions. Icy blue met against devastated golden. Despite his hood and mask, Sophie recognized Keefe immediately—his eyes, once warm with mischief, now mirrored the flames engulfing the crumbling offices around them.

" What have you done?" Her voice quivered, hand trembling on her sword. She felt herself breaking.
    
      "Nothing more than what should be," Keefe replied evenly, his tone devoid of emotion, his eyes steely. Sophie's heart churned—a tumult of betrayal and love. She staggered back, unable to reconcile this Keefe with the one she knew. The Keefe who wouldn't say or do such things.
He tilted his chin up, closing the distance between them.
        "You're scared," he stated flatly.
"Yes," she admitted, her voice catching. "Anyone would be scared seeing their lover three months later, cold and burning down things." The word "lover" hung heavily between them, a painful reminder of what they once were.
      Sophie's grip tightened on her sword, her knuckles turning white. The acrid scent of smoke mixed with the sharp tang of magic hung heavy in the air around them.
      The Black Swan's hideout, once a place of refuge and camaraderie, now lay in ruins, consumed by flames sparked by the Neverseen's ruthless attack.
       Keefe took another step forward, his movements calculated and precise. "Sophie, you have to understand," he said, his voice softening slightly. "The Neverseen's methods are extreme, but they're the only way to achieve real change."
      Sophie shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "Real change shouldn't come through destruction and fear," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "We fight for a better world too, but not like this, Keefe. Not like them."
     Keefe's mask slipped for a moment, revealing a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "You don't know everything, Sophie," he said quietly. "You don't see what I've seen, what's at stake."
       "I know you," Sophie insisted, her voice wavering. "Or at least, I thought I did.
     Keefe's gaze softened momentarily, a fleeting glimpse of the boy Sophie once knew. "Sophie, I wish you could see..." His voice trailed off, lost in the crackling of flames and the chaos surrounding them.
      Sophie swallowed hard, her resolve warring with the ache in her heart. "Keefe, this isn't you," she insisted, desperation creeping into her tone. "You used to believe in justice, in doing what's right. This—" She gestured helplessly at the destruction around them. "—isn't right."
     
      For a moment, Keefe hesitated. Sophie saw the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between loyalty to his cause and the bond they once shared. And for a split second it seemed like he was about to drop everything but then his expression hardened again, the mask of the Neverseen's soldier slipping back into place.
     
        "I'm doing what's necessary," Keefe replied sharply, his voice steelier than before. "The Black Swan is just as blind as the Council. They talk of change, but they're too afraid to act decisively. We're the ones who will make a difference."
Sophie shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "There has to be another way, Keefe. We can't keep destroying everything in our path."
       Keefe's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with frustration. "You're naive, Sophie," he said bitterly. "Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good."
     "The greater good?" Sophie repeated incredulously, her voice breaking. "Is this what you've become? A pawn in a game of destruction?"
       Before Keefe could respond, a distant explosion rocked the building, sending debris flying and casting an ominous shadow over their confrontation. They both instinctively ducked, shields of magic flickering around them.
His eyes trailed the blood on the side of her neck.