A/N: "Heaven Knows" Five for Fighting
Sophie's POV:
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding the letter in my hands. It had arrived earlier that day, but I had been too nervous to open it. Now, as I sat in my room, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled inside me. This letter held the answer to the question that had been plaguing me for months: Were Fitz and I a match? The thought of finding out made my heart race and my palms sweaty.
The words "Match Eligibility Results" were scrawled across the envelope in bold, black ink. My heart raced in my chest as I contemplated the contents of that letter. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for, hoping for, ever since... well, ever since I had first laid eyes on Fitz.
Finally, it decided to make an appearance. I never thought it would come, but it did. Now I'm not sure what to think about its arrival. I find myself thinking about Fitz and what his reaction will be to the letter, as he probably knows by now. Then again, I don't think he does because he would have come over to share the excitement of our happiness. Except now I'm not sure it's happiness just yet.
The letter's late arrival caused a lot of doubt to arise within me. Things that I would have never thought about before until now. Before I felt decently confident about this and now it has fallen down the drain. The letter screamed at me the same question my brain has been haunting me with. 'Is this what you truly want'
I lay back in frustration. I don't know what I want. Being with Fitz seemed like a logical answer, with me having some sort of feelings for him and him having feelings for me. It seemed simply right. But no, not when everything is so complicated. Sometimes I think too much and make things a bigger deal than they need to be. Being with him should be a dream come true right? Yes, it should but in that's in dreamland this is reality.
I took a deep breath and glanced around my room, as if drawing strength from the familiarity of the space. My eyes landed on the bookshelf that held all my favorite reads, the posters of the stars adorning my walls, and the desk where I had spent countless hours studying. This room, with its comforting aura, had become my sanctuary.
But now, it felt like a chamber of anticipation, and I couldn't escape the nervous knot that had formed in my stomach. The letter taunted me, its weight heavy in my hands. I longed to know the contents inside, to finally put an end to all the questions swirling in my mind. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
"Everything will be fine, Sophie," Edaline said, entering my room. Her calming presence brought me a sense of comfort. "You've been through so much already. Trust that whatever the letter says, it's meant to be."
Her words offered solace, but I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. "What if we're not a match?" I whispered; my voice filled with fear. Edaline sat beside me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Then it wasn't meant to be, Sophie," she said gently. "But I believe in the bond you and Fitz share. No matter what happens, there's a reason for everything." She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I know how anxious you must be feeling right now, but remember, no matter the outcome, you are strong and capable of handling whatever comes your way."
"I also understand how important this is to you. But no matter what the letter says, please remember that you are more than just a match. You are a kind, smart, and compassionate person. Your worth is not determined by the outcome of a test." I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes as her words washed over me. Edaline always knew the right things to say, giving me the strength and reassurance that I needed.
"You're right, Edaline. Thank you," I whispered, feeling a weightlift off my shoulders.
She smiled back at me, her eyes shimmering with pride. "Now, go on and open that letter. Remember, no matter what it says, you are loved."
I nodded, trying to convince myself that there was truth in her words. Deep down, I knew she was right, but the fear of rejection lingered. Finally, with a determined sigh, I opened the letter. My eyes scanned the words, my heart pounding in my chest. The silence in the room was palpable as the moments stretched on.
"Want me to beside you when you open it?" she asked gently. I nodded, knowing I could use a warm hug if it's not what I expected it to be.
Me and Edaline retreated to the living room. We left the envelope untouched on the coffee table. I nestled closely to Edaline, finding comfort in her presence, as we contemplated what lay within the envelope.
But still, doubt gnawed at me, twisting my insides into knots. What if we weren't a match? What if all our efforts had been in vain? My heart raced as I stared at the letter, willing myself to open it.
The room felt suffocatingly small, as if the walls were closing in around me. I needed air. I needed a distraction. But my feet felt like lead, rooted to the spot. I couldn't tear my eyes away from that agonizing piece of paper. What if we weren't a match? What if everything I had felt for him was one-sided? The fear gnawed at me, making me second-guess every stolen glance, every electrifying touch, every stolen moment we had shared.
A mixture of frustration and anxiety washed over me. How could they end the letter like that? What was the point of making me wait even longer? I quickly scanned the words preceding the abrupt halt, hoping for some clue, some hint of what the outcome might be. But there was nothing. Only the promise of an answer lay just beyond my reach.
I sighed and crumpled the letter in my hands. This was going to drive me insane. I had been waiting for far too long to find out if Fitz and I were meant to be or not. Every day, every moment, had been filled with uncertainty.
Ever since we had embarked on this journey of compatibility, my mind had been consumed with thoughts of Fitz. His teal eyes, his movie star smile—everything about him had captivated me from the day we met. And now, after all the trials and tests, we were one step closer to finding out if our connection was more than just a passing fancy.
Thoughts swirled through my mind, memories of my time at Foxfire Academy and the adventures I had shared with Fitz. We had grown closer, their bond stronger than ever. But now, our future hung in the balance, reliant on a piece of paper that held the power to determine our compatibility.
Minutes turned into hours, the anticipation weighing heavy on our shoulders. I felt my eyelids growing heavy as my mind drifted into fitful dreams. I fought against sleep, desperately needing answers, but my exhaustion won. As I succumbed to slumber, my dreams were filled with vivid images of me and Fitz, laughing and smiling, our future bright with hope. The suspense of the envelope, however, remained unresolved, dangling precariously in the realm of uncertainty.
Morning broke, painting streaks of golden light across the living room. I stirred from my sleep, my gaze falling upon the coffee table. The envelope remained unopened, its contents a mystery.
The seconds ticked away, each one dragging on like an eternity. I couldn't bear the suspense any longer. I had to know. Newfound determination, I smoothed out the crumpled letter and began reading from the beginning. Perhaps there was some hidden clue, a subtle indication of what the outcome might be.
The words on the crisp white paper seemed to jump out at me, my heart pounding in my chest.
Dear Miss Sophie Foster,
We The Matchmakers herby present the eligibility results of Sophie Elizabeth Foster and Fitzroy Avery Vacker, based on careful analysis of genetic compatibility, after careful consideration and analysis, your Eligibility Test has.......
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*You guys probably can easily guess what happens next. 😉
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