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ੈ✩‧₊˚ fools gold — sophia laforteza

“I know the difference between what you say and how you feel

I know when it's real”

pairing ₊⊹ sophia laforteza x fem!reader

synopsis ₊⊹ two childhood best friends who fell for each other without knowing the complexities of love. you feel her pulling away and don’t know what to do, but you need her. you can’t lose her.

genre ₊⊹ angst, hurt no comfort

tags ₊⊹ not really gfs, unrequited love(?), sad ending

a/n ₊⊹ first post woohoooo hi guys!! starting off with a good angst (no happy ending sorry) my requests are very open so go fill up my inbox!

The first time Y/N realized she loved Sophia, they were twelve years old, lying on their backs in the grass, staring up at the stars. It was summer, and the heat still clung to the earth even though the sun had been gone for hours. Crickets hummed in the distance, the air thick with the scent of pine trees and turf.

Sophia pointed at the sky, tracing constellations with her finger. “That one looks like a dog,” she said, voice dreamy.

Y/N squinted. “It looks like a cat.”

Sophia huffed. “You just think everything looks like a cat.”

“That’s because cats are better than dogs.”

Sophia gasped, turning to look at her with exaggerated offense. “Take it back.”

Y/N grinned. “Never.”

Sophia tackled her then, their laughter ringing through the night as they rolled across the grass, wrestling until they were out of breath. When they collapsed again, Y/N turned her head to look at Sophia. Her cheeks were pink from the heat, her hair messy and full of little bits of grass. She was beautiful, even then.

Y/N didn’t have the words for what she felt at the time, but she knew, with a child’s certainty, that she wanted to be beside Sophia forever.

—

The beach was always their place.

Their parents took them every summer, and every summer, they raced to the shoreline the moment they arrived, kicking off their shoes and letting their feet sink into the sand. They built castles with moats deep enough to trap the tide, collected seashells in buckets, and dared each other to swim out farther than they were supposed to.

One year, when they were thirteen, a storm rolled in while they were playing in the water. It came fast, turning the sky dark and the waves rough. Their mothers called for them to come back, but before they did, Sophia grabbed Y/N’s hand and squeezed it tight.

“Don’t be scared,” she said. “I’ll hold on.”

And she did.

They ran back to shore, hand in hand, the wind whipping through their hair, the rain soaking their clothes. When they made it to safety, Sophia turned to Y/N with a wild grin. “That was fun.”

Y/N laughed, heart pounding. “You’re crazy.”

“You love it.”

Y/N did.

—

At fourteen, they camped in Sophia’s backyard, staying up all night whispering secrets under a sky full of stars. Y/N brought a flashlight, and Sophia stole her dad’s old radio, tuning it to some station playing love songs from decades before they were born.

Sophia curled against Y/N’s side, their arms brushing as she hummed along to the music.

“Do you think we’ll ever fall in love with people?” Sophia asked.

Y/N swallowed. “I think so.”

Sophia turned her head, her face close enough that Y/N could feel her breath. “What do you think it’ll be like?”

Y/N didn’t know how to answer without saying this. This closeness, this warmth, this feeling in her chest that made her stomach flutter and her head feel light.

Instead, she shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Sophia smiled like she already knew.

—

They had their first kiss when they were fifteen.

It was late, and they were in Y/N’s room, curled up under a blanket, watching some terrible movie they’d already forgotten the name of. Sophia turned to her suddenly, a look in her eyes that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Can I?” Sophia asked, voice quiet.

Y/N nodded, and then Sophia cupped her face, and kissed her, soft and slow.

It was nothing like the movies. There were no fireworks, no dramatic music swelling in the background—just the warmth of Sophia’s lips, the steady beat of Y/N’s heart, and the knowledge that something between them had changed forever.

When they pulled away, neither of them said anything. They just looked at each other, eyes searching, waiting for something neither of them knew how to name.

Sophia smiled first, pressing her forehead against Y/N’s. “I love you.”

Y/N’s heart nearly stopped.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

They never talked about it after that.

—

The years passed, and they kept kissing. In secret, in quiet places, always just between them.

They said I love you more times than Y/N could count. In text messages, in hushed voices at sleepovers, in laughter after shared jokes. It became as natural as breathing.

But they never talked about what it meant.

And now, at twenty, Y/N was starting to think that Sophia had stopped meaning it.

It was in the little things—the way Sophia took longer to respond to messages, the way she pulled away first, the way her laughter didn’t sound quite the same anymore.

At first, Y/N told herself she was imagining it. That she was overthinking, being paranoid, reading too much into things.

Maybe I’m crazy.

But even a fool can tell the difference between pyrite and real gold.

And Y/N was no fool.

Sophia was slipping away, and Y/N didn’t know how to hold on.

But she needed to.

Because Sophia was the enormous sun, burning bright and untouchable, and Y/N was just a candle, melting away in the heat.

And now, that sun was dimming before the candle had even burned out.

It wasn’t fair.

And it didn’t make sense.

Y/N didn’t know when it started—when the distance between them became something real, something tangible, something more than just paranoia creeping into the corners of her mind.

Maybe it had been slow, a shift so small it could have been mistaken for growing pains. Or maybe it had happened all at once, sudden and irreversible, like a fire burning through everything they had built together.

Either way, Y/N felt it now, heavy in her chest, in the spaces where Sophia used to be.

They still saw each other. They still talked, still laughed, still exchanged I love you’s like they meant something. But Y/N could feel the difference. Sophia’s touch wasn’t the same—not as lingering, not as sure. She pulled away too quickly, smiled too easily, as if she were performing a role she no longer wanted.

Y/N told herself she was being dramatic. She told herself that if she just held on tighter, things would go back to the way they were.

So she tried.

She sent the first text. She made the plans. She reached for Sophia’s hand, even when Sophia’s fingers barely curled around hers in return.

She kissed her first.

Sophia still kissed back, but it wasn’t the same.

It wasn’t the same.

And Y/N couldn’t ignore it anymore.

—

One night, they sat on the beach, just the two of them. The waves rolled in gentle and slow, the air cool against Y/N’s skin. It should have felt like every other summer they’d spent here, but it didn’t.

Y/N watched Sophia instead of the ocean, memorizing the way the moonlight hit her face, the way her hair moved in the breeze.

Sophia was quiet, running her fingers through the sand absentmindedly.

“Do you ever think about when we were kids?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia glanced at her, smiling softly. “Yeah. All the time.”

Y/N swallowed. “Do you miss it?”

Sophia hesitated. It was only a second, maybe two, but Y/N caught it.

“Of course I do,” she said, but there was something in her voice that made Y/N’s stomach twist.

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth either.

Y/N looked away, staring out at the waves. “Sometimes I wish we could go back.”

Sophia was silent for a long time. Then—

“Why?”

Y/N clenched her jaw. She could feel the answer sitting on her tongue, bitter and painful.

Because back then, I didn’t have to wonder if you loved me.

But she couldn’t say that. She couldn’t say any of it.

So instead, she forced a laugh, shaking her head. “No reason.”

Sophia didn’t push.

And somehow, that hurt the most.

—

Y/N spent the next few weeks trying to convince herself that things weren’t falling apart.

She clung to every smile, every touch, every fleeting moment that felt like before.

But the doubt never left.

Because now, every time Sophia said I love you, Y/N wondered if she meant it.

And even worse,

She wondered if she ever would again.

—

The sand was cool beneath Y/N’s fingers, a familiar comfort against the stark fear blooming in her chest. The waves whispered secrets to the shore, a constant, rhythmic reminder of time slipping away. Beside her, Sophia threw pebbles into the ocean, her movements fluid and careless, a world away from the turmoil brewing inside Y/N.

For twenty years, Sophia had been her sun. A radiance around which Y/N’s world revolved. Their lives were intertwined, woven together with shared secrets, laughter, and a love that was beneath the surface, never explicitly acknowledged but always there.

Y/N watched Sophia, the way the setting sun painted her skin gold, the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she aimed for a distant wave.

“Sophia,” she started, her voice barely a whisper against the roar of the ocean.

Sophia glanced at her, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah?”

Y/N swallowed, the lump in her throat feeling like a jagged stone. This was it. The moment she’d been dreading and obsessing over equally. “We… we haven’t really talked about… us.”

Sophia’s smile faltered. ”I mean… we never have.” She stopped throwing pebbles and turned to face Y/N, the ocean reflecting in her wide, uncertain eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Y/N struggled to find the right words, the ones that wouldn’t shatter the fragile peace between them. “I love you, Sophia. You know I do. But sometimes… sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who feels it this way.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The waves still crashed, the wind still howled, but Y/N could hear nothing but the frantic beating of her own heart.

“Maybe I’m crazy,” she rushed on, desperately trying to backtrack, to convince herself that her fears were unfounded. But Y/N knew, with a sickening certainty, that the gold in Sophia’s eyes was no longer mirroring her own.

“I just…” Y/N forced herself to meet Sophia’s gaze, the truth of her words a bitter pill on her tongue. “I feel like you’re not… here anymore. Not really. And it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. That I’m making you not love me.”

It was pathetic, she knew. Begging for love. Exposing herself so vulnerably, tearing down the walls she’d so carefully built. But she needed to know she’d tried everything. She couldn't face the years to come, wondering if a single conversation could have saved them.

Sophia was silent again, her expression unreadable. Y/N had to tell herself that it was Sophia’s fault. That something she did, not Y/N, was the reason for this shift. To think that she was the reason Sophia’s love was fading was too much to bear.

“Please,” Y/N choked out, tears pricking at her eyes. “Please, just… love me again.”

Sophia reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s cheek. Her touch was gentle, but lacking the warmth it used to hold. “Y/N,” she said softly, her voice laced with a sadness that mirrored Y/N’s own. “I just… don't know if I can be what you want me to be.”

Y/N anxiety clawed at my insides. “What do you mean?” Y/N choked out. “What do I want you to be?”

"Someone who loves me the way you do.” Sophia’s hand retreated, leaving Y/N’s skin cold.

The truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. She was a puny candle, desperately clinging to the enormous sun, even as it imploded before her very eyes. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t make sense.

Y/N closed her eyes, the salty tears streaming down her face. She knew what came next. The goodbye.

“I… I need you, Sophia,” she whispered, the words a raw, desperate plea.

But Sophia didn’t respond. She just stood there, silhouetted against the dying sun, a beautiful, unattainable ghost.

“I can’t,” Sophia finally managed to say, her voice barely audible. “I just… I can’t.”

The words ripped through Y/N, severing the last thread of hope. She opened her eyes, staring at Sophia, trying to memorize every detail of her face, knowing this was the last time she’d see her this way.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, the word a broken promise to herself. “Okay.”

She stood up, her legs shaky, and turned away from Sophia, away from the ocean, away from a future that no longer held the light she’d always known. She walked away, leaving Sophia sitting alone on the beach, a solitary figure against the expanse of the sea. And as she walked, she knew that the sun had finally set on their love, leaving her lost and shivering in the darkness.

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