Jacob POV (and if you haven't guessed already, Jacob is Keefe):

Foster is Morrison. Morrison is Foster. And she was right there in front of me the whole time. I'm an Empath, for Forkle's sake! I am an Empath! I'm supposed to be a living lie detector! But no, I let her emotions slide as the overwhelming feelings of humans.

Right in front of my nose was the girl I love, the girl that became an outcast because of a missing smile, missing words. My first love, the other half of my heart, my soulmate.

I need to apologize to her. I need to tell her I love her. I need her to know I didn't mean anything I did or said. I need her.

Ever since she left, a cloud of gloom rested upon the lost cities. Just like before she came, we thought we were happy, but we weren't. She brought a sense of adventure and happiness the Lost Cities hadn't ever seen, and she took it away with her.

The others didn't admit it, but they missed Foster as much as I did. They told themselves it was better without her, but it wasn't. She was the heart of the lost cities, and her leaving made us, well, heartless.
That's why I left. The gloom became too much, but I was still adding to it. For months after she left, I stayed in my room, not leaving at all. The others came and visited a few times, and Biana made a huge effort to get me out of bed, but I wouldn't budge.

That's why I moved to the forbidden cities in secret, to escape the gloom. I was in terrible pain with out Sophie. She stole my heart and never gave it back. I thought if I moved to the forbidden cities, I would become closer to her than ever before. I did, but not in the way I expected.

I chose San Francisco because it kind of sounds like San Diego. And because after exploring a bit, I thought Foster might like it. I was right.

I was gonna apologize to Foster, but I was going to first play oblivious.

Sophie POV:

HE SAW ME WITH MY WIG OFF!!!! I internally screamed, running as fast as I could in my poofy red dress. Once I reached my car, I fixed the wig and sat there, my breath steaming up the window as I panted. What am I going to do? I thought, weighing out my options. I could relocate myself, change everything about me, or wash his mind. Washing his mind sounded easiest.

(A/N not me being lazy again and time skipping.)

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"Hey, Fos- I mean, Morrison." Jacob greeted as I sat down next to him on the bleachers. "Why did you want to meet me?" Oh, sugar honey iced tea! I forgot to make up an excuse. " Um, yeah, I brought you a drink! The flavor is a surprise!" He took the cup, and to my downfall, sniffed it. His face wrinkled into an expression of disgust. "Is there.. a sedative in here?" He pressed. I hadn't planned for this. I began to get up, backing away and hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Wait! We need to talk!" He said, grabbing my wrists and standing up. "Somewhere more private." He added, and dragged me to the edge of the forest surrounding the school. We sat down, me leaning on a tree, and him facing me. He took a deep breath, and I looked down at the grass. A long moment of silence hung in the air, and he soon broke it.

"I don't know how to say this. I don't want to scare you off." He breathed. I snorted. "Trust me, nothing scares me anymore." I retorted, not looking up. "I know." More silence came, and I thought he left, so I looked up. When I did, I came face to face with the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. Keefe's face. "K-keefe?!?" I exclaimed and jumped back. He smirked. "Hey, Foster. What better way to figure out someone is the love of your life then by their hair." He joked. Keefe was here. In front of me. And he was joking around?! It's been 2 years since I last saw him, and the last time I saw him, he looked pretty keen on getting rid of me.

"Listen, Foster-" I cut him off. "NO. YOU DON'T JUST GET TO HATE ME, AND THEN, 2 YEARS LATER, WALTZ INTO MY LIFE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. YOU HATE ME, NOW I GET TO RETURN THE FAVOR." I lied. I could never hate him. But apparently he wasn't picking up on my lie. My outburst surprised him. Like I would just smile and forgive him as soon as he came into my line of sight. His eyes began welling up with tears, and mine already released a few. "I.." He started. He never finished. "I What, Sencen?"

"I'm sorry..."

I hope I can leave it at that. I won't be posting for a few weeks, but when I do, I'll come back with more chapters.

QOTC: Who said 'JERK! JERK! JERK!' (Pretty easy😉)

WYR: Wylinh or Marellinh? I prefer Marellinh.

Hope you've enjoyed!

XX-Mimi❤️