A/N: This One = Short and cruel = me loving it
She would never know.
Never know how he felt. Never see the countless sketches of her he was collaging for her birthday. Never receive a rose from him when he tried to embarrass her in front of Grady. Because as much as Keefe couldn't bring himself to except it, she was dead.
She had been right there in front of him. Chocolate brown eyes meeting ice blue. The look on her face, determined. Prepared for anything. She had told him, 'After this battle, Keefe, we need to talk!' And the emotions wafting off of her? He had thought he stood a chance.
He had seen her look at Fitz, and felt the lack of affection. He had seen her grin at him, and felt the suddenly present emotions. And then he had seen his mom.
Gisela grabbed a spear from one of the ogres, and threw it. Her aim... did not miss. Keefe remembered his scream of horror, remembered Sophie fall to the floor, bleeding out slowly. Remembered running to her, remembered planting her tree. Remembered endless sobbing. Remembered burning the sketches. Remembered the moment he realized that she wasn't coming back.
So yeah, Sophie would never know.
Sophie would never know that he loved her.
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Percabeth and Sokeefe Oneshots
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