Hold On I Still Need You

-In The Arms of An Angel-

*Song: "Angel" Cover by Shania Yan

Keefe's POV: 

Silence. There was no sound to be heard, no sound to be made.

I woke up to a heavy silence that enveloped the empty house, suffocating me from every corner. The gray, dark weather outside matched my somber mood. The absence of my beloved Foster weighed heavily on my heart, leaving me feeling sad and dull. Everywhere I looked, reminders of her absence haunted me, casting a shadow over every room. My heart ached with the loss, and I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness.

My life feels unbearably empty. There's no happiness, laughter, love, or joy. It's like living in a hollow, cold shell. Mornings have been especially tough lately. Each day feels like a harsh reminder that she's gone. Getting out of bed is a struggle. My limbs feel heavy, as if sleep has drained all my energy.

Sleep offered no solace, only a stark reminder of my shattered state. The ache in my chest persisted, refusing to diminish. I stood by the window, gazing at the somber world outside. Foster's voice echoed in my mind, her presence transforming the world into a vibrant tapestry. I held onto those memories, despite the searing pain they inflicted on my heart.

I'm starting to wonder if I even remember what it felt like to be me anymore. The person I used to be is gone, buried under so much emptiness. It's like I'm walking around in a fog, trying to hold onto a reality that's slipping through my fingers. The world keeps moving, but I'm just stuck here, alone. And being around anyone else? It makes it worse. They don't understand what it feels like to lose her. No one does.

Biana, Fitz, and the others are reaching out to me, sending messages and calls filled with concern. I can feel the weight of their worry in every word, but I can't bring myself to respond. I can't face them in this state, when I can barely stand to look at myself. I struggle to explain what I'm feeling. How do I tell them that everything feels empty?

I find myself wandering a lot. I visit the places Sophie and I used to frequent, our special spots that felt like ours. These were our hideaways where we laughed and talked for hours, where everything seemed to make sense, even if just briefly. Now, they serve as painful reminders. I walk through them like a ghost, longing for a sign that I'll feel something again, but all I find is an echo of what once was.

I feel lost and empty. The hole in my chest remains, a constant reminder of her absence. No matter how much time passes, it never seems to diminish. I can't shake this feeling of loneliness and despair.

How do I continue in a world without the one who made life meaningful?

The silence in Sophie's old room is overwhelming, but I can't bear to leave. It's the only space where I still feel connected to her. Her belongings are scattered around - books stacked on shelves, notes and pictures adorning the walls, and trinkets she cherished. I touch each item, hoping to feel her presence once more. Her handwriting, her favorite things, even the familiar scent of her room - I can't bring myself to part with any of it. I'm not ready to say goodbye.

I sit in silence, reminiscing about her. I remember her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes when she had a wild idea, and how we used to share everything - our hopes, fears, and dreams. Even the quiet moments, just the two of us, sitting in comfortable silence. I let myself feel her love, filling me up like it used to, even though it now twists inside me like a knife. I cling to these memories as if they are the last pieces of her I will ever have.

Sophie had a profound impact on me. She showed me the true meaning of strength, not only for oneself but also for others. Her ability to uplift and make everything better with a simple smile was truly remarkable. I often reflect on the strength she possessed, realizing that it was not just a personal attribute but a gift she generously shared with those in her life.