Sophie Switch: Silver Tips| kotlc

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//May 6, 2020//

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(This chapter has been edited and rewritten on 24/1/24.)

Word count: 697

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"Jolie?"

Sophie stared at the woman who stood in front of her. Her hair was blonde, like Sophie's, but shinier than hers had ever been. On her head rested a fragile headpiece, set with amethysts, pearls, and diamonds. Her turquoise eyes sparkled, and she smiled, beaming.

"Do you like my dress?" She asked and twirled around, the dress almost floating before it came to a rest.

The dress was a stunning lavender, almost floor-length, and embroidered with delicate lace frills that nearly sweeped the ground. The dress glittered in the sunlight filtered in from the small window at the top of the stairs, and the sight took her breath away.

Jolie was alive, and happy, and God, was she beautiful.

"Have you finally decided to let Brant train you?" She asked, laughing, eyes finally meeting hers.

 That laugh was the prettiest thing she'd ever heard.

"Um, no....I'm- I'm here to... to see Wylie," she stuttered, all composure leaving her body after making eye contact.

Jolie flashed her a gentle, sweet smile, and nodded.

"Alright. See you around!"

She waved and continued down the steps, leaving Sophie by herself at the top of the stairs.

Jolie and Brant were alive. The thought brought a small smile to her face.

Sophie turned to face the direction she'd been going, and a glimmer of hope set itself in her heart.

Her steps turned steady, and she strode to the last door in the corridor, courage renewed.

She reached the last door, and stood there for a moment, admiring the fine silver markings engraved into the wood. The silver was molded into the delicate shape of a unicorn, perfectly encapsulating its beauty, and adorned the rich, dark wood behind.

She puffed out a breath, and finally knocked.

"Wylie? It's Sophie. Can we talk?"

She heard a series of clicks, and the door opened, revealing Wylie's tall form, and the room beyond.

At the very center of the room was a dark table, made of the same wood as the door. It was covered with a light satin cloth, elegantly drooped to the floor, which was almost opaline with the way it shined. Around the table were two velvety couches, along with a large bed enough to fit five people. Above it all was a large, bright lamp, encrusted with opals that seemed to change colors every now and then.

"What did you want to talk about?" Wylie's voice shook her out of the trance.

"I...I wanted to ask you something," she said, courage slowly fading, "Where's Keefe, Linh, and Tam?"

"Who's Linh? and...Ham?"

Sophie sighed, "It's Tam. You really don't know them? Haven't even heard of them?"

"No? Am I supposed to?"

"No, just...never mind that. It doesn't matter. What about Keefe?"

Wylie hesitated before he squinted his eyes and said, "You really don't know?"

She shook her head.

He looked down, as if contemplating whether to tell her or not.

She wasn't too sure if she wanted to know anymore.

"Sophie, you..." He stopped himself before finishing the sentence, and he looked strained.

She really wasn't sure if she wanted to know anymore.

Wylie shook his head, sighed and muttered to himself before locking eyes with her again.

His brows were furrowed, almost like he didn't want her to know.

"Keefe's dead."

Her voice shook, "...What?"

"He's gone."

Her heart stopped beating.

She teetered on her feet, knees about to give way. She needed to sit down.

Wylie grabbed hold of her before she collapsed, and helped her up and to the bed.

She gripped the sleeves of his tunic when they sat down, not wanting to let go in case she'd lose him too. The hold made her knuckles go white, but she didn't care. She needed to hold on for as long as she could. Her vision was getting blurry with tears, and her breath unsteady.

He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and she was enveloped in warmth.

Sophie didn't move, but buried her face in his shoulder, the tears soaking his clothes. He didn't seem to mind.

She sniffled and asked him one last question.

"Wylie...how did he die?"

He went quiet for a few seconds before he said anything, voice filled with regret when he answered.

"You...killed him."