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THAT LAST A/N WAS LOWKEY SAD- BUT IM BACKK!! also TW: dr*gs!!

After the breakup, Sophie was a mess—angry, hurt, and feeling completely abandoned. Keefe's words still stung, the harshness of his rejection echoing in her mind. For two weeks, she stewed in her rage, drowning in the silence between them. And that was when she started taking the pills.

It wasn't about needing them to sleep at first—it was more about needing them to escape the storm inside her head. They were a quick fix, an easy out. For once, she didn't have to feel the weight of everything crashing down on her.

But, it made everything worse.

Two days after the breakup, Keefe showed up at her door, his face full of guilt and desperation. He knocked, but when Sophie didn't respond, he let himself in.

She was sitting on the couch, her eyes red, clearly having been crying, but there was a fire in her gaze now. The same fire he recognized when he had first met her—the one that told him she didn't back down from a fight. But this time, it wasn't directed at anything but him.

"Sophie," he began, his voice shaky. "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. But we can fix this. I want to fix this."

Sophie didn't look at him at first. She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, her fingers tightening around the bottle of pills resting on the table in front of her. But then, as if the weight of his words were too much to ignore, she finally lifted her eyes to meet his, cold and furious.

"Come crawling back?" Sophie's voice was ice, venom dripping from each word. "Oh, you think that's enough? You think you can just show up and say sorry and everything's magically better?" Her breath was ragged with anger. "You broke my heart, Keefe. You walked away from me. And now you think I'm just gonna take you back?"

Keefe flinched, but he didn't back down. "No, Sophie. I don't think that. I just... I want to fix it. I was an idiot. And I—I should have never—"

"Should have never what?" Sophie shot back, standing up, her face flushed with frustration. "Should've never broken up with me? Should've never made me feel like I wasn't enough for you? Should've never left me alone with my thoughts, with my anger, with... everything?" Her voice wavered with emotion, but she quickly steadied herself. "Yeah, maybe you shouldn't have."

Keefe opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had nothing to say to make it better. Not anymore.

Sophie crossed her arms tightly over her chest, like she was trying to shield herself from the weight of everything she was feeling. "I'm done, Keefe. You're not going to fix this, because you're the one who broke it in the first place."

Keefe felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He reached for her, but Sophie stepped back, her anger sharper than ever.

"Do you know what it felt like, Keefe?" Sophie's voice was barely above a whisper, but the bitterness behind it cut through him. "Do you know what it felt like to think I was finally happy, to think I was with someone who loved me... and then watch them walk away? I thought I was enough for you. But I guess I was wrong."

Keefe's chest tightened. "Sophie, I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear. I was just... confused. And I thought it was better this way."

Sophie let out a humorless laugh, but it was laced with pain. "Better for who, Keefe? You? Or me? You walked away and left me to deal with everything on my own." Her eyes blazed with fury. "And now you want to come back like it's all fine?"

A long silence stretched between them. Keefe couldn't speak. He couldn't move. It felt like the words she had spoken had paralyzed him.

"Just leave, Keefe," Sophie finally muttered, her voice hollow. "Just leave, because you've already done enough. I don't need you in my life. I don't need anyone, not right now."

Keefe's heart sank. He stood there, helpless, as Sophie turned away from him and walked into her room, slamming the door behind her. He stayed rooted to the spot, guilt crushing him. But Sophie wasn't done.

She wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Two weeks passed in the cold silence. Keefe had tried reaching out to her—texting, calling, even sending her little notes—but Sophie had turned him down every time. She refused to talk to him. She refused to let him in.

It was only when Keefe overheard a conversation between Biana and Dex that he found out what Sophie had been doing in those two weeks.

"Sophies on drugs," Biana had said quietly, her voice filled with concern. "I overheard her talking to someone on a human phone about it."

Keefe's stomach dropped, and a sense of dread spread through him. He had no idea that Sophie had been struggling this much.

Without wasting another moment, Keefe rushed to her house again, knocking furiously on the door.

Sophie opened it, her face pale and tired. The anger that had once burned in her eyes had dulled, replaced with something harder. She didn't even give him the chance to speak.

"Did Biana tell you?" she asked, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Did she tell you I've been using drugs to get through the day?"

Keefe's face twisted with guilt. "Sophie, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you."

She laughed bitterly. "Help? You? You walked away when I needed you most, Keefe. You think I can just trust you again?"

"Sophie—"

"No!" she shouted, her voice rising with pent-up rage. "You don't get to fix this. You don't get to come back and pretend everything's okay after what you did! I don't need you."

The finality in her voice pierced through him, but there was something else too—a vulnerability, a pain that she was trying so hard to hide. Keefe swallowed hard. "I never meant to hurt you, Sophie. But I—"

"Just go, Keefe. I can't do this anymore," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm done."

As Keefe stood there, staring at the closed door, he felt the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. Sophie was right—he had abandoned her when she needed him most. And now, he had no idea how to fix it.

me in my depressed era :(( also drugs is not the answer! in this case BE THE OPPOSITE of sophie and if your not coping well, this comment section is always a place to talk about it. Ik how it feels, i used to struggle with it too (contemplating on it, never rlly tried tho).