Since You've Been Gone ~ A Sokeefe Fanfiction DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7: Not-So-Good Memories

Be warned—this chapter was written after eating way too much mallowmelt (I MADE IT AND ITS SOOO GOOOODDD), chugging a LOT of Dr. Pepper, watching lots of Disney movies, and it's also a very questionable time of night—or, questionable time of morning? It's like 12 am or something. I'm super sleep deprived right now and this chapter is probably REALLY bad. It was NOT edited and I'm half asleep. This chapter isn't necessary, so you don't have to read it. It just shows what Sophie and Fitz's relationship could be like sometimes. Help me. I'm tired 😓.

P.S— The picture above is when Sophie is laying on Fitz's bed remembering the conversation they had. I didn't draw it, I used the app Live Portrait Maker.

Sophie POV

•~Lunch~•

Sophie looked at the strange, blue glob in front of her. It was see through and it moved like Jell-O, but it felt wispy and sticky, like cotton candy. She was surprised to find that it tasted like a taco with extra sauce.

Sophie looked over to Keefe, and caught him staring. She looked away, trying to hide her blush.

"So..." She said, her hair falling in front of her face. "Today is Thanksgiving, and I was thinking that we could invite some friends and family over. Ya'know, just to hang out..."

Keefe nodded. "Sounds like a great idea. Maybe you can head to Everglen and let Biana do yours and the girls' makeup. I think that's where she's been staying, she didn't want to be alone, and she didn't want to leave her parents alone.."

Sophie's friends and family only knew about thanksgiving because Sophie has asked about it during her second year. She and Dex were still kidnapped during thanksgiving the first year, so she'd wondered what they'd done. They'd told her that Elves didn't celebrate thanksgiving, like they didn't celebrate Christmas, Halloween, or Easter.

"Yeah," Sophie said quietly, "that kind of thing has always made her feel better."

•~Later~•

Sophie landed on the grassy estate of Everglen. It was still just as large as it was the last time she was here—even larger than Havenfeild. And that was saying something—Havenfeild was a large animal sanctuary.

This was one of her better landings. Although she had been having more of those lately. She opened the door, and walked up to Biana's room.

Sophie had called Biana earlier, so that she would know that she was coming over.

As Sophie walked down the hallway, she passed Fitz's room. She paused in front of it, and took a deep breath. Before she could stop herself, she pushed the door open.

She walked inside, and was immediately overwhelmed with memories. Good and bad. Happy and sad. Peaceful and— no, she thought. She tried to shut down the thought, but it had already fully formed.

Peaceful and violent.

Sophie had been trying to forget those moments. Those outbursts from Fitz. It terrified her every time it happened, which wasn't too often.

It only happened, what, once every two months? That's not very often. She thought. But when she closed the door and sat down on his bed, one of the worst conversations she'd ever had filled her mind.
••••••••

"SOPHIE!" Fitz yelled. Sophie flinched. She was shaking, almost crying. To put it plainly, she was scared. Della, Alden, and Biana were out of the house, shopping in Atlantis for the end of the year. It was Sophie and Biana's final year in Foxfire, and they would finally be part of the nobility, well, that's what Biana had said.

Sophie was backed up against the door, with Fitz on the other side of the room. He glared at her, his eyes full of hatred.

She didn't know what she'd done wrong. She'd come over, like he asked her to, and when she'd entered his room—after being let in of course— he'd just lashed out at her.

"CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS!?!" He threw a book at her, and it hit the door next to her left hip. She bended down slowly, and picked it up. It was a memory log.

It was her memory log.

She opened it to the page that Fitz had marked, and sucked in a sharp breath.

It was a picture of her and Keefe, in her dorm that she'd had last year. They were on the couch, in their different colored uniforms. Sophie remembered this moment well.

She had almost killed somebody during her inflicting session, and—somehow—Keefe had found out. He had snuck into her dorm, and held her until she stopped crying. The image was she and Keefe on the couch, her tear-stained face buried in his chest, one of his arms tangled in her hair, and his other arm running small, soothing circles on her back.

She looked over to Fitz. She also remembered telling him about this entire situation after it happened, because he was her cognate and because he was her boyfriend.

Sophie had been silent for a while, so Fitz walked up to her, and grabbed her wrists. His grip was so tight, that she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to use her hands tomorrow.

She was in physical and emotional pain, but she tried not to let it show.

She glared at him, a tear rolling down her right cheek.

"That was when I almost killed somebody, you ASSHØLE!" She screamed.

Fitz's face softened, and he loosened his grip on her wrists. He pulled her into a tight embrace, Sophie struggling to get out of it. But she couldn't, his grip was too tight.

They just stood there, with Fitz mumbling apologies—saying that he was sorry that he lashed out, and that he thought she had been cheating.

••••••••

As the memory faded away, Sophie wipes away the tears that had somehow escaped and rolled down her cheeks.

She got up, remembering why she was there in the first place. She checked her watch. She was supposed to meet Biana five minutes ago.

She looked in the mirror, and made sure that nobody could tell that she'd been crying.

She opened and closed the door silently, and made her way to Biana's room.

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