Sophie's POV
Sophie burst into her room, as the door slammed behind her. She was pacing, her body filled with nervous energy. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, run away, hide under her covers, or punch something. She settled for leaning her head against the door, trembling.
Keefe's POV
As Keefe approached Sophie's room he hesitated at the door. Her emotions were so strong, and tumultuous. But he could tell she was hurting.
On the way over, he had pushed past Fitz, Ro, Bo, and Sander. Mumbling some excuse about having to use the restroom. But he knew someone would notice Sophie's disappearance, and soon after look past his "bathroom" stunt"
Whoever it was would put two and two together, and he didn't want any trouble for Sophie on his behalf.
He let out a sigh, and let his head rest on her door. She was so close, and he could feel her emotions, but he didn't know how to fix them. He wondered what was going through her mind, though he had a pretty good idea, and just wanted to wrap his arms around her.
Sophie's POV
She wanted to talk to Keefe, but she wouldn't know what to say. She felt embarrassed, and foolish, for thinking they had something special. How was she going to repair their friendship? A tear slipped down her face, and she didn't bother wiping it away.
This was different than her and Dex. This time she was the Dex in the situation, and it felt awful. She put herself out there, let herself hope, and she got shutdown. Now she knew how Dex felt, and it made her want to apologize all over again, even though that was so long ago.
Just thinking about how Keefe would look at her now, and what Fitz would say, made her nauseous.
She went over to her bed, clutching her stomach, and after a few moments couldn't take it anymore.
As she was curled up on her bed, another tear escaped, and another, and another. she let out a sob, and winced at the thought that everyone else was having a grand ol' time downstairs, while she was throwing herself a pity party.
It made her heart ache to think that even when she was feeling sad, the only person she wanted in that moment was Keefe. She wanted him to come through that door, and scoop her up, and hold her.
She felt safe in his arms, and happy around him. When they were apart she would worry about him, or let herself daydream. And now, when the reason she was curled up in a fetal position, alone in her room, was because of him, she couldn't bear it.
She reached for Ella, and held on tight. Every inch of her being was begging her to let it all out, so she did. Not caring if anyone heard, she cried for Keefe, for herself, and because she didn't know what happen next for the two of them.
