Sokeefe Snippets

What Happened To Forever

IM BACK AND IM (unfortunately) ALIVE. HERES THE SAD STORY I PROMISED YOU GUYS. Idk if it's sad but that's your opinion and let me know!! I highly recommend listening to song above while reading. Also, TV by Billie Eilish.

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     Keefe's heart swells with happiness as he opens his eyes to find his wife in his arms, her soft, long blonde hair spread over her back and her head resting on his chest. He combs his fingers through her delicate hair, gently. A smile bloomed across his face as his chest tightened. He missed this, he didn't think he'd ever see her again. Sophie's eyes flutter open and doe-brown eyes meet his ice-blue ones. "Morning, my love" she whispers, softly, her voice sweet—like a melody to his ears. God—how he'd missed hearing that voice, how he'd missed her calling him her love so endearingly. He leans in, pressing his lips tenderly to her forehead as he whispers, "Good morning, my darling." The warmth of her skin against his lips sent a tingly feeling throughout his body. How could he ever bear to lose this?

     Sophie's small smile fades as she looks back down, resting her head on his chest instead of looking up at him like she always does. Her hands fist his shirt as she murmurs, "You need to wake up, my love. I'm sorry you have to live through this but you have to wake up. You have to forget me, you have to move on." Her voice cracks a little at the end and his heart comes to a screeching halt. His smile drops and his arms tighten around her.

    He refuses to accept it, that had to be a nightmare this should be reality. Shouldn't it? "What are you saying, sweetheart? I'm where I'm supposed to be, with you." He says quietly, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone. It can't be...no. She shakes her head, tears brimming in her beautiful golden eyes. His heart squeezes, the life draining out of him when her body—something that always felt warm with him, went cold again.

  Just like the day he held her, screaming and crying while she bled to her death in his arms.

     NO. That couldn't be real. This was what's real, this is the truth. He refused to acknowledge any other reality where she wasn't there. "Wake up, Keefe. Move on, take care of her. Take care of yourself." She whispers again, tears streaming down her cheeks. Just like that, Keefe's heart breaks—no it shatters into shards all over again. Each piece slicing at his insides until he's left with nothing but the aching pain. 

    Her voice was distant now, more faded even though he could swear she was just in his arms. The image of her flickers, he can no longer feel her in his arms.

    "No!" He screams, agony and pure desperation interlacing his words. "No. Sophie. You can't! You can't do this to me, to us. You were...we were supposed to be together forever." His voice cracks, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he claws at the air hoping to hold her one last time—possibly forever. "You can't...you can't leave me. Can't leave us. Baby, how am I supposed to live in a world without you? A world where everything reminds me of you but you aren't here to relive those memories with me?" He cries out, feeling like someone was squeezing his heart, draining him of all the blood. As if they were squeezing the life out of him.

    "Baby, Foster...come back. Please. I'm begging you," He whispered, clawing at everything and nothing at the same time as her image finally flickers out, leaving him stranded in a dark abyss filled with nothing but a cold, lonely void that stretches on and on. He screams, the sounds of pure anguish echoing off the blackness into the void. A soft whisper is the last thing he hears of her.

                                                        "I love you, I'm sorry. Wake up, Keefe"

     Keefe startles upright, his hair a mess and eyes bloodshot. He looks around in his bed, frantic and pleading but instead of the usual blonde sleeping peacefully next to him, all wrapped up, he's met with a mess of blankets and empty nothing. Not even a sign that someone was on that side. Ella was laying on the floor next to him, he remembered cuddling it to sleep last night. The bed dipping only on the side he was sitting on, tear stains marring his face and his pillow and shirt drenched. With sweat or tears he didn't know. Probably both.