This seemed fitting for this chapter.
We spent the next month looking for Sophie and Biana. A month. Well actually, 32 days, 11 hours, and 57 minutes. Everyday when I wasn't getting updates from Dex, or Mr. Forkle, I just sat on the edge of me and Sophie's bed, staring at the paintings I painted. Memories of me and Sophie, that I painted from memory. I felt tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I remembered each one.
I ran through the wreckage, crying as I shouted for Sophie, and all I could think of was
'This is all my fault'
And then I saw her. Beat up, knocked out, but still beautiful. And still alive.
Then when Sophie first saw Daddy Dearest. All I could feel is ashamed, and embarrassed that Sophie had to see me, cowering in front of my father.
And lastly, my favorite. That ride to heal Sophie, but what I remember most from that night was when I felt her emotions spike, her cheeks warm and I had hope that one day, she might just realize that she loved me.
And then I snapped back to reality. Sophie-missing. Biana-might be dead. Hope-gone. And it might never come back.