Sophie felt like her mind was full to the brim. After she and Keefe filmed the scene, she felt strange and unsettled. It felt too close to reality. It hit too close to him.

She ran off to the bathroom as soon as it was over to splash cold water on her face. Looking into the mirror, Sophie sighed. After filming with Keefe, Sophie realized something. Well, two things.

Thing one: She had to break up with Soren. Sophie had been ignoring the signs for awhile now. She had been with Soren for over a month, now, and it hadn't taken long for her to fall for him. But his controlling behaviour, his hurtful comments, the minimal effort he put into making sure she was happy. . . It wasn't healthy. She had to end it.

Thing two: There had to be something between her and Keefe. Sophie had felt too shaken after the sex scene to claim otherwise. She didn't know what there was, exactly, though. She was pretty sure she still loved him. But how could she be sure?

Sophie took a deep, shuddering breath. She wasn't going to waste any time.


The door of the apartment swung open and Biana and Linh turned to see Sophie, who looked very unsettled. Before they could ask anything, though, Sophie spoke.

"I broke up with Soren."

Linh and Biana shared a look.

"And I filmed a sex scene with Keefe."

Biana rose an eyebrow.

"And. . . I'm sorry."

Linh and Riley were quiet for a moment before Sophie burst into tears. Biana rushed over with Linh in tow, who both crushed her with a hug. "Sophie. . . It's okay. Sophie," Biana said, although unsure exactly of what Sophie was crying about.

Sophie hugged both girls back, hiccuping. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't listen. . . I d-didn't. . ." She sobbed.

Linh sighed. "It's okay. You didn't want to get your heart broken again. We understand."

Biana nodded. "We are not mad, Sophie. We love you."

In that moment, though, Sophie was scared. She was grateful for her friends were so understanding, but thoughts of Keefe and Soren were plaguing her mind. She thought she loved Soren. She knew she probably loved Keefe, still. Soren hadn't been good for her. Keefe had. But she had fucked up any chance with Keefe, right? As much as she wanted to fool herself otherwise, she doubted there was a way to get back to how they had been before.

Together. In a darkroom. In love.