Chapter 7 - Sophie

*Sophie's POV*

Sophie sat across from Keefe in the café, but the warmth of the bustling environment seemed to fade away as she tried to focus on their conversation. Keefe's voice was distant, muffled, as her thoughts kept drifting to Fitz. Their relationship had been different lately. The quiet distance between them was becoming harder to ignore, and Sophie couldn't figure out why. He had been acting strange, distant, like something was off, but neither of them had said a word about it.

Sophie sighed, trying to brush it off. She couldn't focus on it now. Not while she was sitting here with Keefe. He was always so lighthearted, so carefree, and she needed that distraction. She needed something, anything, to get her mind off the gnawing feeling in her chest.

"I'm just going to use the restroom," Sophie muttered, standing abruptly and excusing herself. Keefe's eyes followed her, but he said nothing.

She didn't know why she went to the bathroom. Maybe she just needed space. Maybe she needed to breathe. She didn't even know how she felt about Fitz anymore—everything seemed off, and the tension between them was eating away at her.

As Sophie entered the bathroom, the sounds of the café grew faint, replaced by the soft echoes of her footsteps. But when she reached the sink, she froze. She could hear voices coming from one of the stalls. Familiar voices. Her stomach twisted when she recognized one of them.

As she approached the stall, her heart raced in her chest. The voices were low, intimate, and then she heard it—the unmistakable sound of lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Sophie's breath caught, her heart skipping a beat. She didn't want to look, but she couldn't stop herself. She pushed open the stall door, her hands trembling as she did so.

What she saw made her blood run cold.

Fitz was pressed against Stina, their bodies tangled together. His lips were on hers, the kiss far more urgent than anything she'd ever shared with him. His hands were in her hair, pulling her closer as if there was no space left between them. Stina's arms were wrapped around him, her fingers brushing against the back of his neck, tugging him closer. The way they moved together—so desperate, so wild—told Sophie everything she needed to know.

Fitz's lips moved against Stina's with an intensity Sophie had never seen in him. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her even closer, as if he couldn't get enough of her. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hungry, almost frantic, like he had waited for this moment for too long. And as Stina responded in kind, pressing herself against him, Sophie felt her world crumble beneath her feet.

It was a kiss that left no room for doubt. Fitz was lost in Stina. He was consumed by her, his mouth devouring hers with a passion Sophie had never seen. His body was flush against hers, and it was more than a kiss—it was a declaration. A declaration that Sophie didn't matter, that she was nothing but a ghost in the background of their lives.

Sophie's heart pounded in her chest, the sting of betrayal sharp in her chest. Her mind couldn't process what she was seeing. She wanted to run, to scream, to make them stop, but her feet were rooted to the floor. She was frozen, trapped in this horrifying moment, unable to tear her eyes away.

Fitz's kiss was feverish, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. There was no hesitation in him. His body molded to hers with an urgency that felt suffocating, a desperate need that Sophie could never fulfill. The kiss was more than just lips meeting. It was an entire exchange of emotions, a consuming fire that Sophie was not part of.

Sophie wanted to scream. She wanted to storm out of the bathroom and never look back, but something inside her kept her there. Her chest felt tight, like she couldn't breathe, like the air was being sucked out of the room. She could feel the heat of their kiss searing her skin, like the world was closing in on her.

Sophie's stomach twisted, and a rush of nausea surged through her. It felt like the world had stopped spinning, like everything she had known was crumbling in front of her. This wasn't just a kiss. This was everything. This was passion, desire, longing—things Sophie had never felt from Fitz, at least not like this.

Her heart shattered, piece by piece. She wasn't the one he wanted. It was Stina. Always Stina. Sophie had been blind, but now the truth was clear, more painful than anything she could have imagined. She wasn't enough for Fitz. She never had been.

The kiss finally broke, and Fitz pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing Stina's as he panted. Stina's eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied, almost smug expression on her face, while Fitz's hand lingered on her hip, unwilling to let go.

Sophie could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her, suffocating her, as she stood there in the bathroom, rooted to the spot. She wanted to disappear. To vanish. To escape this nightmare. But she couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe.

The betrayal was real. Fitz had chosen her. He had kissed her with everything he had—something Sophie had never experienced with him. And in that moment, she realized just how much he had changed. He was no longer the Fitz she had known. He had given himself to Stina in a way he never had with her.

With her chest tight, Sophie turned on her heel and fled the bathroom, desperate to escape the suffocating reality of what she had just witnessed. The café felt like it was spinning around her, and all she wanted was to be far away from it. She needed to run, but there was no place to hide from the truth.

Fitz had betrayed her. And nothing would ever be the same again.