XXXVII

Sophie's P.O.V.

Fear.

You never really know what it's like to fear, to be afraid to death, even if you might think you know you do.

There's always a kind of sense, a rational thought that calms you down even just for a little bit, because somehow you know everything will be okay; when you're walking home at night in the dark and see something moving in the shadows, you know it's just your imagination probably.

It could be when you're walking on a bridge and standing near the edge, fear filling you because if you fall over, you're going