One day Fitz was walking down a street and then he suddenly fell into a sinkhole and died dramatically.
Not actually. That would be too easy.
This was just one of the scenarios that Sophie Foster had dreamt up in the last few hours.
She still couldn't believe what he had done.
She still remembered seeing him, and smiling, running towards him until she realized.
He wasn't alone.
He was smiling a dazzling movie star smile at Linh, the same way he'd always smiled at her.
She heard Fitz talking, heard him talking about her. "I can't believe Sophie hasn't figured out that I wasn't ever really her friend. She's so slow though, it wasn't any surprise."
Sophie didn't stick around to hear Linh's response.
Hot tears burned her eyes, blurring her vision.
Anger surged through her veins. Red and black rimmed her vision. She pushed the anger and darkness out of her. She heard Fitz scream with pain, and then she ran. She had inflicted before, but not like this. She ran, ran away from Everglen, ran away from Fitz and Linh, and ran away from everything, not caring where she ended up.
She ran and ran, until her legs ached and her throat burned, and she couldn't go any further.
And Sophie cried, hot, fat tears, streaming down her face until her eyes were red and puffy, and she was horribly congested. No, she thought. I won't cry over him. He doesn't even deserve that.
She wiped away her tears and fueled her sadness, her despair, into betrayal, and anger. She was sulking there, when she heard a familiar voice, a voice that made part of her anger melt away.