Consequences

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|Dirty tissues, trust issues, glasses on the sink they didn't fix you.|

He was gone.

It had been almost a year now, and the worst thing was that the Council gave up on finding him.

No matter how much Sophie pleaded, no matter the amount of tears shed, no matter how much hope there was inside of her still.

They all turned them down.

She had no idea how to feel.

Angry, frustrated, sad, hurt, whatever.

But one hit her the hardest.

Grief.

|Little voices in my head.|

Sophie stumbled back, trying to fight that monster in her mind, feeding off every moment she spent with him, wishing there was another way how the game turned out.

If she had told him how much he meant to her...

If she could just talk to him, know where he was, or even just know that he was still alive out there somewhere.

Anything.

Just to see him again.

Sophie broke down again, the tears dripping onto her pillow endlessly, each a burning reminder of how she could've done something to prevent it from happening.

|Secret keeping, stop the bleeding.|

It was just a week ago, before he disappeared, that Sophie found a note on his table.

"Last chance."

It said.

Endless possibilities of what that could have meant swarmed in her mind, not even noticing that Keefe ran up to her to snatch it away from her trembling hands.

The worst part was, it was in Lady Gisela's cursive handwriting.

"What's that?" Sophie asked, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted to his, where he kept them carefully away from her.

"Nothing, I just remembered something in my memories and I thought writing it out would make me remember something."

Sophie grabbed his wrist, feeling for his pulse.

Three skipped heartbeats.

She should have known better, to ask him about it, push him till she found out the truth.

But it was way too late now.

Instead, she trusted him.

She let it off, still unable to forgive herself for just letting it slide like that.

She could've saved him.

So why the secret keeping?

Sophie's eyes burned with fresh tears as she glanced up to her table, where there was a tiny goblin throwing star.

She found that on his bed.

If only she saw the imparter he had been hiding from her sooner, she could've confronted his mother herself.

But he was taken.

|Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating.|

Everyone was scared for her.

As if she was a cracked mirror, which could just shatter at any moment.

She didn't care, not at all, about the worried glances and whispers Grady and Edaline would share.

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