"This isn't funny, Keefe, why are we in the same bed?" Sophie shrieked, her hair like a rat's nest on her head.
"I don't know, Foster, but why are we so grown up?" Keefe yelled back, his eyes wide as he felt his torso.
"Mom?" asked a little girl, s...
hi guys. oh my god it's been a while i dont even know if anyone still reads this anymore ahaha-
but anyways... yes i did disappear. i'm very sorry for that, i've actually been trying to get back into my account for a little while now because i forgot my password. thank you all for your kind comments in the time i've been gone!
yes i'm pretending book 8.5 didn't exist because 1) why are we pretending like that was a real book and 2) yes the ending was good but it also screams less keefe content. is this fandom even alive anymore because it's been 2 years and book 9 isn't coming out until november-
if you're still reading this story in 2022, then i love you keep being amazing!
~anna brooks
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Sophie:
I don't know what I'd do without Keefe. At this point, I think he's the only thing in my oh-so sidetracked life that I can rely on. The only person I can trust to be at my side time and time again. And really, I would love to just stop caring for once.
But that's the thing.
If I stop caring, who's to say the Neverseen doesn't hurt my friends? Hurt everyone? If I stop caring, then who's left to save the world? Who can I trust other than myself to make sure no one gets hurt?
Keefe's right. I will keep going. I'll keep being stronger, smarter, and better, not because I have to be, not because everyone's relying on me, but because I can't turn away from those who need me. I can't throw everything to the side when I'm the only one, it seems, between the universe and destruction.
"You with me, Sophie?" asks Keefe gently, and his hand. Is in my hair.
Is this real life or am I actually hallucinating right now. What.
Something strangled and twisted comes rising out of my throat. I pull back, just a little, from where Keefe and I are hugging on the floor. (We're hugging. What is happening.) My eyes are red and bloodshot from the tears. I'm fairly certain there are bags under my eyes and snot dripping from my nose.
So why does Keefe have the most gentle smile I've ever seen on his face? That can't be for me. Because I'm a mess. In more ways than one. He tucks my hair behind my ear and slowly helps me up. (Because he's caring. Because he's always, always there for me.) (Can I just shut up for five seconds and stop freaking out?)
Deep breaths. You got this, Sophie. No freaking out any more today. You've put Keefe through enough.
Instead, because I'm a Grade-A idiot and have the absolute worst time, just say, "I'm here," all breathy, like a middle schooler with a crush and how much more painfully obvious can I get? If I'm not careful, Keefe's actually going to find out that I have a crush on him, and then-
And then-
Well, and then what?
I mean, what's the worst that could possibly happen? (He could reject you. He could laugh in your face. He could abandon you and leave you alone. Forever.)
