So, this is kind of a vague Sofitz one-shot you can interpret however you want. Let me know if you'd want a backstory or something. :) Happy reading.
Keefe found Sophie out by the Panakes, staring out over the ocean, watching vibrant purples and pinks fade into the night sky, remembering all the times she'd sat out under the falling petals and thought maybe; just maybe, her life could be perfect with him by her side.
She heard Keefe's footsteps as walked towards her, boots crunching gently through the dried petals in the soft grass. Her stomach tightened for the slightest moment as a memory blew through her mind, a memory of different footsteps. It was a memory of warmth and laughter and love.
Her heart ached to feel that love again.
"I'm here for you." Keefe spoke up, in all seriousness. He didn't receive a response, though, he wasn't expecting one, was he? He pondered that thought as he sat down on the opposite side of the tree, his back to the strong trunk.
Sophie shifted her weight, and Keefe could feel her the air buzzing with her sea of emotions. "I thought I told to stay away." She all but growled the last words, pulling her knees up to her chest and leaning her head back to look up at the darkening sky. "Why couldn't you listen?" The words seemed full of anger, but the emotions rolling off of Sophie were ones of defeat, exhaustion and heartache.
And Keefe?
There was nothing he could do but drown in them. It was his fault, after all. It always was with Sophie.
He opted to stay silent, to let her impending fury consume him because the was what he deserved. He deserved to be her punching bag, the enemy, the one who let her down.
Sophie turned around, finally facing Keefe. "Why did you do it?" The words held a weight as heavy as the tears rolling down her soft cheeks. Her hand was clutched at something around her neck, knuckles white from the pressure. "Why did you think you could get between us?" Her voice cracked, and she sobbed, salty tears drying into the cold earth, dirty blond hair blowing into her swollen eyes.
Keefe took a deep breath. "I thought he was hurting you." He looked down, afraid to meet those accusing brown eyes that were searching his mind, searching his soul, for answers. "He was destroying you."
Sophie scooted back, her face twisted in anguish. "No, Keefe. No." She could barely whisper. "He made me whole."
They sat in silence again, the night seeming to swallow up anything either of them could have said. It was only when Grady called for Sophie from the house that she moved. She got up, dusted of her tunic and swallowed thickly, as if she almost couldn't get the words out.
"You've had too many chances, Keefe. It's not enough that you're sorry this time. It'll never be enough."
Keefe didn't even look at her as she disappeared into the darkness, fading into a closed door he knew he'd never be able to open again.
-SW