Sophie's dead.

It's been a few weeks, but that sentence still rung in his ear.

Sophie's dead. 

Like, never going to be alive after that moment.

Like, never got to have the chance to actually live.

And here I thought elves were supposed to be immortal.

I laugh dryly. I might as well died with Sophie, because without her, life is pointless.

No one to tease and hopefully have the courage one day to say "I love you" to.

No one to laugh and wonder how perfectly imperfect she is.

Because she's dead.

--A few weeks later--

Sophie's Wanderling ceremony is today.

I don't want to go, but I have to. For her.

I wipe my tears, and I light leap to Wanderling Woods.

I look at where Sophie's Wanderling is growing. It's so small. But so strong.

Just like her.

I remember our conversation before the battle with Neverseen.

"Hey, Foster," I say to Sophie, who's hunched over her journal, scribbling furiously.

She jumps. "Oh, hey Keefe."

I sit down. "Sophie, I need to tell you something,"

"Sure, Keefe, but can it wait..." Sophie says distractedly.

I sigh inwardly. "Yeah. But after the battle, we need to talk."

Sophie mumbles "Okay" as I walk out.

"WAIT! Keefe!" She yells, just as I step outside her room.

"Yeah?"

"Things aren't always what they seem. Be careful." Sophie says these words like she rehearsed them. Like she chose what she need to say beforehand to get the message across, but not too much information to know what she's talking about.

"I will." I say.

And that's the last words I said to Sophie.

Wait.

The journal.

Sophie's journal.

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