(A/N SORRY FOR CRAPPY CHAPTER! But seriously, advice guys. Should it end happily or tragically cause I have no idea and if I do what I normally do there will be many upset fans!)

Sophie.

Sophie, are you there?

Please…

I need you.

The voice filled her head as she slowly regained consciousness. It was faint at first, like a sweet whisper in her head, but it grew into a loud groan before going silent at the end. Her mind swirled as it tried to create some kind of word phrase or statement or any response at all that wasn't part of the purple-black swirl inside of it. Her eyes attempted to flicker open but they fell shut, the gravity of this place too much.

The sweet, alluring scent of the gag was tempting to give into, but even if her mind couldn't make sense of anything, Sophie's reflexes had been through this one too many times. Her nose scrunched up and refused to let in the intoxicating fumes. Her eyes flew open and stared at her surroundings as she attempted to understand them. Her hands flew up and pulled out the sickening gag, allowing her to take a deep, choking breath.

It was a dark room, only illuminated by the flicker of a balefire lamp in the very far corner. It was slightly smaller than the other prison she had been in. The hallway outside was dark, and there was no sound from any direction. The thick bars were unbreakable, even when Sophie attempted to break them with her mental energy channeling. After a few tries, she sat back and looked around more. By rough estimates, the measures were about eight feet by ten feet, with maybe a six-foot high ceiling. Sophie wasn't really sure; her mind was still scrambling to understand where she was.

Why am I here again?

How'd I get here?

What is the meaning of life without him?

With the last question, Sophie's mind plunged into a memory.

"But if not, I'm going to do this!" He leaned down and pressed his lips hard against hers.

Sophie melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his head and let go for a second so he could loop his arms over her head around to her waist. His lips were cracked, dry, and burned, but were still his. No other kiss had ever been like this. Not the one with Dex, not the Fitzphie disaster (as dubbed by Tam), or even their previous kisses. This was a goodbye, we-may-never-see-each-other-again kind, and it was precious. It may have only been a moment, but it felt like an eternity, and she never wanted it to end.

Their love had been rocky, and many times they were both hurt, but they were always there for each other. How could they not be together? They were made for each other. It was hard not falling for a guy like Keefe, in all his attractiveness, amazing friendship, humorous personality, and the fact he never left her. She wanted to be with him forever, to live with him, to raise a family, and to grow old together, watching the world change before their eyes. But most of all, to have him by her side, no matter what.

But that would never happen.

As Sophie finished that thought, the darkness of the room faded and the steel door melted, presenting a particularly evil Fintan, whose grin bore of pure wickedness. Keefe and her separated as Fintan laughed at them.

"Oh, you two poor youngsters, falling in love," He tut, tut, tut-ed them. "Yeah, it ain't ever gonna happen." He laughed again as he dragged Keefe by the collar away. Sophie yelled and screamed for Keefe.

"I LOVE YOU!" She yelled, wanting him to hear it if this was the last time they'd see each other.

She could barely see Keefe soon and gave up hope, thinking he hadn't heard, when she heard "I LOVE YOU TOO!" emerge from the hallway. She could now breathe, knowing that he had heard her say it, even if it was for the last time.

You will see him again! She told herself as the guilt tried to seep in. You have to.

Sophie opened her eyes to fall back flat on her back. Tears slipped down her cheeks unnoticed as she sat and thought about him.

Keefe.

Oh, how long she sat, crying silently as she processed every thought and memory of him. She thought about how they first met, and their first detention together. She thought about every time he had been there for her as she did something stupid and how he'd been the first to comfort her when she'd cried. She replayed every last memory of when they'd actually been together, from when they'd almost kissed to their actual first one. She remembered with a torn heart when he'd levitated them into the sky and they sat on the roof of Foxfire, and she'd locked lips with him. And that happiness that grew in her chest as he'd kissed her under the trees, spreading from her chest to her fingertips and her toes. How it'd filled her from head to toe and all she could think about was how glad she was that of all the guys, she'd chosen Keefe.

But the one that she kept circling back to was when he'd kissed her one last time, even when his hands were roped together and they both knew he would probably never see her again. And when Fintan had dragged him away, she had yelled that she loved him, and just as she would've given up hope, he had yelled he loved her too.

Sophie curled up on the floor and wiped her teary face with her sleeve. Tomorrow was a new day, and she needed sleep to cope with whatever happened next. Slowly she drifted off again into a, thankfully, dreamless sleep.

"Sophie!"

"Sophie wake up!"

"We don't have much time!"

Hands braced her shoulders and shook her, slowly bringing her back into reality. Her scattered mind flew into a billion pieces as she opened her eyes, the world swirling and spinning. At first all she saw a dark figure with blonde hair, but when her eyes focused, she saw a beautiful boy with ice-blue eyes.

"Keefe?" She whispered hopefully, feeling her heart rise the tiniest bit.

"Come on, we don't have much time until they notice-" Keefe started but cut off when a loud bell clanged, and all the balefire holograms flickered out. Sophie felt his cold and strangely wet hand grab hers, and after a soft jingle, a little soft light appeared in Keefe's registry pendant.

Sophie gasped when she saw his scarred face. Scratches and bruises were scattered across his gorgeous face and a trickle of blood ran behind his ear. His hair was messy, and not in it's usual carefully parted way. Parts of it were covered in dry blood and Sophie was pretty sure his nose was disfigured. She suddenly had a bad feeling about what his hand was covered in.

"Keefe…" She whispered in horror.

Suddenly, Keefe took off, pulling her with him. They ran down the hall, with only the first three or so feet ahead illuminated. "We have to keep going," Keefe hissed as they frantically dashed. Keefe suddenly made a sharp right turn that almost knocked Sophie off her feet. "When the new Vanisher left to whiz he told me not to leave or he'd kill you, so let's keep going!" Keefe explained quickly as they took a left.

Footsteps stampeded, echoing in the halls. Sophie and Keefe stopped and turned back, running the other way. But when they did, more footsteps began to sound. They slowly backed up, realizing they were trapped.

Sophie suddenly had an idea.

"What are you doing?" Keefe hissed when Sophie closed her eyes and started humming.

"I'm gonna try to blow the ceiling!" She hissed back and went back to imagining planting her energy into a little seed and it growing.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped.

"You're trapped now, and there's no Forkle to save you!" Fintan's laugh was almost enough to break her focus.

"You sure about that?" Keefe shot back, nudging Sophie as a warning.

"Well, seeing as Gethen did a solid job of murdering him, I am," Fintan retorted as they grew closer. Sophie felt her energy begin to drain as she focused harder, only hearing blips of the outside conversation.

"You said you'd let her go!" She heard Keefe yell.

"Let her go, kill her, harness her powers… they're all just words," Fintan responded, and Sophie could hear Keefe's growl even when busy.

"Anyway, we have to get back to torturing, so please just give yourselves up," She barely heard as the ceiling crumbled and Sophie felt her energy peak as she thrust the last bits of it at the ceiling and the ceiling crumbled.

"NEVER!" She yelled and levitated up, feeling Keefe levitate with her and heard Fintan yelling orders to follow after them.

She had barely reached the remaining bits of the ceiling when she felt Keefe wince and he tugged on her arm. She looked down and saw the Neverseen holding onto his floating foot and pulling downward.

"Keefe!" She yelled, trying to pull him up with her. He looked upwards into her eyes and Sophie saw the fear, acceptance, and love within them all at once.

"Just go," He whispered.

"Never!" Sophie screeched, tears falling down her cheeks as she tried with all her might to pull him up with her, but nothing happened.

"I love you," He told her before gazing downward and his grip on her hand lessened.

"KEEFE!" She yelled as everyone pulled him away and he looked into her brown eyes one last time. Her heart beat loudly, and it soon became the only thing she could hear as the panic returned. He was gone. And she couldn't save him again. She had escaped, and there was no way she could get back in without risking his life. But she knew his life was at risk every second he was still with them.

Sophie realized her only chance to save him was to return home and to have her friends help her. She looked at the sunlight that shined on the green grass all around her, glittery and sparkly. She couldn't help but think about Silveny and her sparkly poop, which also came with the thought of Keefe again.

More tears began to fall as she pulled herself to her feet and looked at the light, willing herself to light leap. A plan began to form in her mind as to how to save her boyfriend as Sophie faded into the light back home.

When she came back into focus, back at the gates of Everglen, she only had one thought on her mind:

I will see Keefe again.

(AHHH, THE HORROR! WILL SOPHIE SEE KEEFE AGAIN BEFORE ITS TOO LATE? WILL SHE GET TO HOLD HIM IN HER ARMS ONE LAST TIME? Leave ideas so I can continue! :-) ;-) lol )