Author's Note: Awwwweeeeeee cuteness!

Anyway, today's chapter is a Keefe POV! It's kinda cute, but quite honestly pretty useless to the story. It's also very short. Don't sue me.

Also, it has come to my attention that some of you don't really think Fitz would threaten to kill his best friend. Let me remind you about that one scene in Lodestar when he was about to murder his own brother for a crime he hadn't even commited yet. I mean, if that doesn't scream psycho, then I don't know what does. I think he'd be more than willing to kill a guy who, in his eyes, stole his girlfriend from him. Juuuuuuust saying.

I also regret to inform you that I'm bored of this story. After this chapter, The Thing About Death is going on indefinite hiatus. I'll probably start it up again in like a month. I know, I know, very sad. I'm sorry, but I don't feel like writing it anymore. I'll get re-interested in a month, probably. Make sure you follow the story so you know when it returns! Also follow me (lordhunkyhair), because soon I'm considering starting a Sokeefe Pirates AU that I have a semi-decent idea for!

I hope you enjoy the chapter! Leave a review and tell me what you think!

I can't believe it. I woke up just a few moments ago, and Sophie is asleep. My arms are wrapped around her, just like they were when I first fell asleep. I can't tell what time it is. I would go look at the clock, but that requires getting up. I don't want to ever move.

Her breath is hot against my arms, her hair smells like roses. Sophie's eyelashes are long and dark, despite her blonde hair. I cannot help but stare at her. She is beautiful and elegant, funny and charming, graceful and awkward, all at the same time. She is clumsy, but it's endearing.

There are a few moments, moments like these, when I think that maybe she likes me back. She flirts with me all the time, but that's just her idea of being friendly, probably. She's told me she loves me, but that's also probably intended as a platonic comment. I'll have myself all but convinced that she feels nothing for me, and then she goes and does something like this.

Sometimes I get annoyed with myself over it, letting her toy with my feelings like this. I can't control it. I have tried time and time again to get over her. I've told myself that other girls are awesome too. My brain refuses to take it. In my eyes, she is the only one I would ever and could ever love.

She shifts slightly, and I turn a little to accommodate. Her hand unconsciously grabs mine, making me blush and my heart start pounding.

"Dammit Soph," I whisper in her ear, even though she's sound asleep and can't hear me. "Why do you have to do this to me?"

"Do what?" Sophie asks, opening her eyes and turning over to face me.

I blink, startled.

"What did I do to you?" Sophie repeats, sitting up and stretching.

"I- um- nothing-" I stutter.

"Don't be like that," she says, leaning back down, propping herself up on her elbows. "If something's bothering you, tell me."

My words catch in my throat, and I can't seem to remember how to breathe. This seems different, somehow. It's like the space between us, our friendship, has changed forever. I know, now, in this quiet moment in a strange building, that we can never be just friends again. I have said too much, yet not enough.

I don't want to break our friendship. That's the last thing I want. But I don't think I can keep this to myself any longer. All that's holding me back are my last shreds of self control, and even that has a very tentative hold on me.

"Sophie," I say. "There's something I need to tell you."

Author's Second Note: This story will be back on Valentine's Day, I'll update five chapters on February 14 (EST time)! See you all in a month!