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I also don’t know of this AU (where is it?), so this is my own take, I guess. 

This one’s gonna be in Keefe’s PoV, ‘cause I never do that. It takes place after everything, so it might be a little vague at points. 

I trip over something, probably a rug, but in these new surroundings I can’t be too sure. I land on my butt with a thump and pain shoots up my back. I should be used to this by now. 

The Neverseen decimated my sight about a year ago. I can’t  believe it’s been a year. We won, but we lost so much. 

Sophie dissapeared. 

Tam and I got closer, especially after he came back almost broken from the Neverseen. 

Fitz is just angry. 

Dex is lost in his new workshop. The Council gave it to him for his help. 

Linh, she’s not good either. I don’t think she really ever recovered from Tam leaving. Biana’s trying to help her though. She’s being strong, but I know she’s hurting.

We all are. 

A tap on the shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts. 

“Do you need help?” Tam’s voice is soft. I look in the direction of his voice, picturing his scarred face. I remember it so clearly. Pale, with ink black lines running in swirls around his eyes. His silver-blue eyes speckled with black. Silver bangs longer to hide his past. What the Neverseen made him do. 

I smile sadly. “Thanks, but can we just sit here for a while?” 

There’s a pause. “Y-yeah, sure whatever you want.” His voice is a whisper. I lean into him, sighing heavily. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Is anyone?” 

Tam laughs dryly. “I suppose not.” He pulls me into an awkward hug, and I wrap my own arms around him. I can feel his heart beating in his chest, and I smirk at its pace. He suddenly backs up, and I can hear him stand up. He snaps. 

“Here. Take my hand.” I do, and pulls me up. Once I’m steady, he keeps walking. 

“Hey! Wait!” I call after him. No answer. I walk after him, my arms outstretched, searching for obstacles. 

I crash into something, and I know it’s him. “Why’d you leave?”

“You know.”

“No, I mean just now.”

“Oh. Uh,” he hesitates. 

“You know, I think I know that too. You don’t have to be scared.”

“Wh-wha--” but he never finishes. My lips find his, albeit clumsily, and I know that we’ll be fine. 

Keefe’s PoV

I find him in a curled mess. He’s huddled in a dark corner of my living room, quietly sobbing. I run quietly over to him. We’re supposed to be playing something Foster called Sardines.

Tam was the hider, and I seemed to have found him first. Hiding in plain sight is good after all I suppose.

As I get closer I can tell he’s hyperventilating, so I tentatively hug his shoulders. Probably not knowing who I am, he leans into me, sobbing harder. He grips my jerkin, whispering things about shadows and death. I hold him whispering words that I know won’t help, but I don’t know what else to say. He looks up. His face is red with tears, his eyes puffy and silver bangs plastered to his forehead. I push aside his bangs and wipe his tears away, lingering on his cheeks. They’re soft.

“K-keefe?” he whispers, but doesn’t flinch.

“Yeah, I got you,” I whisper back, smiling sadly. He manages to smile back, but it’s forced and fake. I let go of his cheeks, trying not to think about that part, and pull him closer into a tight hug. He starts sobbing again, but apologizes through sobs. I tell him not to, which he apologizes for. I pull out of the hug and grab his face again. He blushes slightly, and I try not to smirk.

“It’s not your fault.” I look into his eyes, and try not to flinch at my next sentence. “I know how you feel.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t. I did.” A breath. “So many bad things. So many. I almost turned!” He sinks into my chest, breathing unsteady.

“But that’s not your fault! You had to! You wanted–needed–to protect Linh! It makes sense!”

“Not just Linh.”

“Oh?” He nods slowly into my chest.

“For you,” he whispers. And I can barely hear him, but I do, so I smile and pull him up again.

“Why? I’m nothing. Just a messed up kid with an evil mom and terrible dad.” I realize I’m being insensitive. He’s going through so much, and definitely doesn’t need my problems.

“Exactly. We’re so similar. I get you. And I feel like if you actually got to know me, you’d get me too.”

I smile again, this time for real. “I’d like that.” My smile is contagious, and when he beams at me I realize just how adorable he is. I rip my hands away from him for no other reason than vulnerability (and a stupid reason at that), and his smile falters, but only for a second. But when it comes back, it’s dimmer, so I grab his hand and pull him up.

He falls into me and our noses touch. He pulls away, but I pull him back, our noses touching again. His face is still red from crying, but it’s gotten even more red. I’m probably blushing too, but don’t care.

I pull him closer, kissing him. Miraculously, he kisses back and I know there’s no way of making either of us sad again today.

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