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im so tired i almost named this untitled part 15. damn

a/n: channeling my inner sophie, I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER WOOHOO!! (throwback to when i was 11 and me and my cousin stayed up all night in her room watching tiktok.

idk how im supposed to go to school ughghhgghghgh

Sophie tossed and turned in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quiet. The glow of her ipod screen illuminated the room, but it did nothing to distract her from the restless energy coursing through her. Red Bull cans were scattered around her room—empty ones piling up, some half-full, all of them proof of her attempts to stay awake, to keep the overwhelming exhaustion at bay. She hadn't been able to sleep for what felt like forever.

She pulled the blanket over her head, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping for even a few minutes of rest. But it never came. Every time she closed her eyes, the world seemed louder, her thoughts louder. Her heart raced, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being completely drained.

A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Keefe's voice drifted through, gentle but concerned.

"Sophie? You okay in there?"

Sophie didn't answer immediately. She wasn't sure she could. But Keefe was persistent, and before she could even think of replying, he quietly opened the door and stepped in. His eyes immediately landed on the chaos around her—the cans, the empty wrappers, the restlessness in her posture.

Keefe walked over to the bed, crouching beside it. "Sophie..." He trailed off, eyes softening with concern. "You haven't slept in days, have you?"

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Instead, she curled up tighter, trying to hide how exhausted she was. How broken.

Keefe didn't press her further. He simply sat beside her, the warmth of his presence a small comfort in the midst of her turmoil. Without saying anything, he gently tugged at the blanket, lifting it just enough for her to look at him.

"Hey, come here," Keefe said quietly, as if sensing her need for comfort. "Let me help."

Sophie hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between him and the pile of cans scattered around her. She wanted to refuse, wanted to stay in her cocoon of loneliness, but something in Keefe's presence—the steady calm he exuded—was different. It made her feel like maybe she wasn't so alone.

Keefe didn't wait for her to respond. He gently lifted her and, with surprising care, guided her to lie down across his lap. Sophie tensed at first, but Keefe's hands were warm and steady, and she felt the tension in her body slowly start to unwind.

"Just rest," Keefe whispered, his fingers lightly brushing through her hair. "I've got you."

And for the first time in three months, Sophie allowed herself to relax. The steady rise and fall of Keefe's breathing, the rhythm of his fingers in her hair, was a lullaby she didn't know she needed. Her body gave in, the exhaustion finally overwhelming her, and her eyes fluttered closed. The world seemed to fade away, all of the noise, all of the worry, slipping into the background as sleep wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

She slept. The first real sleep she'd had in months. And in Keefe's arms, surrounded by the quiet comfort of his presence, Sophie finally found peace.

a/n: sadly i have no keefe to help me get sleep. i look like a frikin monster zombie rn but i got a chap out fot yall