Sophie's Pov

"I can't do it anymore!"

"Oh, really? Is this what you've been planning?!"

"I haven't been planning anything!"

"Then why?"

"I-I just can't take it anymore!"

Silence followed that comment. I bit my lip, waiting for Fitz to respond.

"It's Keefe, isn't it?" Fitz spat out after a few seconds of silence. Not waiting for an answer, he mumbled, "I knew it."

"Fitz-"

"No! Sophie, don't you see?" Fitz whipped his head around and glared at me. "I'm your boyfriend, yet you spend all this time thinking about Keefe!"

My breath caught in my throat. It was true that after Keefe's disappearance 4 days ago, I had paid no attention to anyone. Yet, the way Fitz spoke, it was like we were arguing about an enemy and not his best friend.

Fitz probably realized this as well, because a look of pain dawned on his face. "Wait- no. That's not what I-"

I snapped. I couldn't keep it in anymore. "Really, Fitz? Keefe is your best friend, yet you can't take one moment to think about what he was feeling. He's been kidnapped, and he's going to die, and this, THIS is what you care about?"

"Sophie, I-" Fitz began, but my glare shut him up.

I looked him right in the eye. "Like I said, I can't do this anymore. Your comments just made the decision easier for me." I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Fitz, but we're over. I'm not good for you, and you're not good for me. I'll keep it at that." I stalked away.

I know I should probably be sad. I should probably be crying right now. But the only thing I felt was anger. Anger towards Fitz for being a jealous brat. Anger towards the Neverseen for taking Keefe away. Anger towards myself for letting Keefe go.

I neglected him. Why did I do that? Most of all, I neglected him for Fitz. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of him. Some best friend he had been. Some boyfriend he had been. I couldn't believe that I had let something like that blind me. I still wasn't sure what made me like Fitz. I guess... he was the one that brought me here. I guess I thought that was important.

But... Keefe made this place a lot more like home. He joked with me, and stayed with me. Why had I been blind? Something that was right in front of me.

That's when I made up my mind. I knew that Keefe's condition sounded somewhat familiar. I didn't think much about it. But now that I think about it...

No. I shot up and grabbed my pathfinder. Where to? Foxfire. I needed to talk to Mr. Forkle. I knew what happened to Keefe. And this time, it really was my fault. 

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. School. ;-;

Yours Truly,

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