Author's Note: I know the chapters have started getting shorter, but I also post more often, so I hope that makes up for it! I like to end all of the chapters in a certain way, either on a cute/happy moment, or a cliffhanger.

*insert evil laugh*

This chapter is going to be another Keefe POV, because I discovered that I really like writing in his perspective. This is basically the last chapter, but his viewpoint. It starts right after the last chapter from his point of view.

If you don't want to read this chapter, it's not necessary to the plotline, because it's basically the same as the last one. I wrote it purely because I wanted to, and because I'm still planning the next chapter. Also, I love me some good Sokeefe.

I really hope you like it!

I can tell she's lying. She's not fine. I'm not sure what Fitz told her, but she's listening to him. I'm not sure how to react to this. I want to know what's going on, but Fitz might hurt Sophie. So I decide to pretend I don't know anything. For her sake.

"Okay," I say. "Let's get back to base quest, I guess."

I can't tell what Sophie's reaction is. Her emotions are too conflicted, and she refuses to look at anything but the floor. I walk to the door and hold it open for her. As she walks by, I make sure she sees me tap my finger twice against my left temple.

She ignores me.

This is the first time she's ever done that.

Whatever Fitz said to her, it hit her hard.

I can't do anything. My hands are tied so long as I don't know what's going on. The best I can do is try to prevent them from being together.

All day long, I try to comfort Sophie. I put her and Fitz on different teams in base quest. Whenever I see her, I casually touch her hand and send her one of those blue breeze things that calms her down. I put myself between her and Fitz when we are all standing around and talking, or getting snacks. I try my best to help, and by the time the sun sets, Sophie looks and feels happy again. Good.

The custard bursts Edaline made are delicious. Chocolate. My favorite. I don't think Sophie knows that chocolate custard bursts are my favorite flavor, but they are.

We get ready to fall asleep, and within seconds, Fitz is out like a light. Good. I plan on talking to Sophie later, and I don't want him interfering. I've kept track of her emotions all day, making sure she wasn't getting too worried, or nervous, or scared, or angry. Now, she is peaceful, laying down and looking up at the stars.

I'm sure she is looking at the constellations. Both she and I have all the stars memorized, thanks to our photographic memories. Soon, everyone else falls asleep except me and Sophie. I wait a few minutes, then quietly stand up and walk over to her.

"Hey, Foster," I whisper.

She sits up, and I offer her my hand to help her stand. When our fingers touch, my pulse starts beating erratically. I'm sure I am blushing. I inwardly yell at myself to get a grip.

"Why are you still awake?" she whispers back.

I smirk at her. It's cute how, even though she's had a crap day, she's looking out for me.

"Because you weren't asleep yet, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

She blushes. I used to think she was blushing because she liked me, but she blushes around everyone. We walk to the railing, and she turns around and leans her back against it, facing me.

"I already told you, I'm fine," she insists. "Can we stop talking about this?"

"No," I whisper in response. I put a hand on the railing on either side of Sophie so she can't escape. She doesn't try to pull away or move. "You're going to tell me what he did to you, Sophie, because I can tell that whatever it was hurt you. A lot. I can feel it. So please, tell me. You can trust me."

Sophie sighs and tears her gaze away from me. I know her answer even before she says it, because this is what I was expecting. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry."

She's still not looking at me. I tilt her chin up with one hand so she has to look at me. Her brown eyes are dazzling, and I can barely concentrate on forming my next sentence. "Fine. Then whenever you decide to tell me, I'll listen. You can always trust me, Sophie."

She smiles at me. "My first name. You called me Sophie."

I blush. Crap. I never call her Sophie to her face. I can't believe I slipped up like that. Twice. I lean in and press my forehead against hers.

"I can call you Foster again if you want me to," I offer, hoping she says no.

I like calling her by her first name. Everyone does it, but it's such a pretty name, and saying it makes me feel good. It makes me feel like me and Sophie are the only two people in the world. It's a ridiculous fantasy, but I can't help thinking it.

"Don't stop," Sophie whispers. "I like it."

I smile. Her nose brushes against mine. My heart's beating so loud, she can probably hear it. I am mere centimeters away from kissing her, restrained only by the tiny amount of self-control I have left. Right now, it almost seems like she might, possibly, hold the slightest bit of affection for me. I press her back against the railing, so she can't go anywhere, and she smiles.

Her eyes are closed, and her eyelashes almost touch mine. I find it funny how she has more eyelashes on her right eye than on her left. Probably because she pulls on them when she's nervous. It's a cute habit.

"Sophie," I whisper.

I almost don't realize that I said that out loud.

"Mmhmm?" she asks, opening her eyes.

"Nothing," I reply. "I just like saying your name."

She blushes. She's just a friend, I remind myself. Just a friend.

She hugs me, and my breath catches in my throat. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her hair. She smells like roses. I'm not sure how long we stand there like that, but I can tell Sophie is tired. She drifts off to sleep, still leaning against me, my arms around her waist.

I know she doesn't like me back, and she probably never will. I've tried to get over her, but she means too much to me. I can't do it.

I know that she will end up with someone else, and as much as I wish that weren't true, I am certain of it.

That's fine. I want her to be happy. I want a fairytale ending for her, spending eternity with someone she loves.

I sigh and look down at the unconscious girl in my arms.

Even if her happily ever after isn't with me, even if seeing her with anyone else will break my heart, I will be happy, as long as she's happy.

"I love you," I whisper to her.

The only answer I get is silence.