The Key is Music

Chapter 4

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Why did he agree to this? Why? Maybe he just needed somebody to talk to about... he couldn't exactly go up to his dad like; "hey I know you don't love me, but I'd like to talk about love with you! Cause I love Sophie and I need some advice." Yeah that was definitely not happening. But he barely even knew Wylie, man this was going to be awkward. He settled his thoughts and raised a fist above the front door of Solreef. Taking a deep breathe, he brought down his fist, knocking three quick times. An instant later the door swung open, revealing a smiling Wylie, 

"Keefe, glad you decided to come." He said, motioning for Keefe to walk inside. He ran a hand through his hair and took the invitation. 

"Yeah, about that... why did you want me to come in the first place? You know not that I blame you." He asked curiously with a smirk, it was kinda strange that Wylie wanted to 'chat' about his love life, not that he had one. 

"Oh, well I just thought you'd want someone to talk to. I never really had someone to talk to about this kinda stuff, and I know you don't either. Plus I want to get to know you better, I'm not very close with anyone in Team valiant, you know except Linh..." he responded, blushing slightly at the mention of Linh's name. Keefe smirked, 

"hmm, Linh huh? Yeah you too would be adorable together! I can just see it now, Lylie snuggling while Bangs Boy scowls at you across the room! You know what? this is perfe-" Keefe started, excitement illuminating his ever-present smirk. He could always use more ways of annoying Tam, whether that be from him or not, all he had to do was be the one to encourage it.

 "Ok, enough about me thank you." Wylie interrupted, walking down the hall to the interestingly decorated living room. The coffee table was shrouded with scrolls, mugs and other papers. Silver and gold glittery curtains framed the windows that decorated the the wall that showed a view of the glistening ocean. A dark green velvety couch sat on top of silver-white layered rugs, matched with two glowing gold armchairs. A mirror hung on the wall behind the couch as well as many paintings, and an indoor waterfall? Next to where the hall opens to the living room a rectangle bowl sat on the ground, a waterfall spewing strongly above and falling into it, not a single drop splashing out. 

"Nice place you've got here, I've always wondered where the great Collective Rock lives... why aren't there any creepy rock carvings?" Keefe commented, looking around approvingly before taking a running start and jumping back first onto the green couch. Wylie just stared at him with a very unimpressed face. 

"Uh, well you know what, I'm just not going to answer that." he said before following Keefe and sitting on one of the gold armchairs. "So, just tell me anything you need to get off your chest." He said intertwining his hands together, looking like a troubled therapist. Keefe clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to make a joke, but closed it before anything came out. Why was it that he covered everything up with meaningless jokes? It was just so hard to say how he really felt, no one had really care before. He felt as if he said how he really felt that he was weak, like he was dumb. Hiding his true identity with jokes was just so much easier than being himself, or telling anyone how he really felt. He sighed and just lay there, releasing his mask, usually he could only do this with Sophie. But Wylie had this expression that said he wouldn't judge anything he said, for even though he grew up with loving parents that didn't mean it wasn't a struggle. His dad basically died and his mother followed not soon after, with Tiergan he probably couldn't bring himself to share the hard news, he might've been scared that he would get too attached and Tiergan would leave him too. 

Suddenly Keefe could relax a little more, knowing that him and Wylie were a lot similar than he had previously realised. "I don't know." He said sadly, he didn't know anything anymore. 

"What do you not know?" Wylie asked, leaning back in his chair. 

"I don't know, that's the problem. I know I love Sophie, but am I that lame and weak that I just let her go off with another guy and not even try to fight for her?" He asked, even knowing Wylie wouldn't know the answer. Wylie sighed, 

"Your not lame, nor weak Keefe. If anything you love her too much, dont you realise how considerate you are? You love Sophie so much that your letting her go ride off into the sunset with another guy, just because that's what she wants." He stated elaboratly, but Keefe wasn't so sure. Maybe it wasn't just about that, maybe he was also afraid of her rejecting him, he knew she loved him, but would that be enough? 

"She deserves better, better than anything I can give her." He said, his voice cracking since he knew every word was true. 

"No, she what she deserves is love, and you already provide her with that. Don't you see? She doesn't care how much or how little you have, as long as everyone she loves is happy, including you." Keefe sunk farther into the soft green couch, he was making some valid points. But it didn't change anything, he still didn't deserve a funny, snarky, considerate, powerful, beautiful, brave... yeah, that is so not helping. 

"What's the point!" He said throwing his arms in the air. "She's already made up her mind; she wants to be with Wonderboy! Oh cause those dreamy teal eyes... what a load of Alicorn poop! She doesn't love him like that, she loves me! I'm the empath aren't I?!" He shouted, just letting everything that made him mad flow out of his system. Wylie was right: it did feel good to let his emotions fly free, he had been bottling them inside for years... 

Wylie nodded, a smile creeping up his lips. "And there you have it." He said simply, Keefe glanced around the room. 

"Um, have what?" He asked, utterly confused. 

"Your conclusion." Said Wylie, as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. 

"Of what exactly?" 

"Seriously Keefe? You honestly don't know? Your conclusion. You obviously already possess the answer to the Love Triangle, now you just have to wait until she realises the true answer for herself." Keefe groaned in response. 

"Don't you see? I've been waiting and waiting and waiting for her to figure it out... it's never going to happen." He said sulkily, absolutely no hope left in his voice whatsoever. 

"Maybe if you just wait a tiny bit more, I have a feeli-" Wylie started, getting cut off when the door opened, revealing Linh. 

"Sorry I'm late, Sophie asked me a favour. Tam has a Shade lesson tonight." She said while walking down the hall. "Oh, Keefe. What are you doing here? And Wylie, I thought you were with your dad." She asked, obviously confused. 

"Um, yeah I was just leaving. Did Sophie ask you to make a water fountain shaped like me in her room? Cause I wouldn't be surprised." He said with a wink, then turning and walking down the hall to the front door. "Oh and thanks for the chat, Wylie. I think it might have helped." He said before turning the nob and rushing outside. He pulled out his home crystal and held it up to the strong moonlight, and stepped into the beam of light that formed. For some reason in his mind he didn't mind waiting a tiny bit longer. I guess he just had to see how things played out, and in the while Wylie should study counseling and become a Therapist.