Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO - I can't believe I'm doing this... (SAGE) =

:January 24th, XX47; Friday.

:RESOLUTION BETWEEN PROTAGONIST AND ANTAGONIST.

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Sage sat on his bed, bouncing his leg, LED lights flowing slowly through the colors of the rainbow. He had his phone in hand and opened to the number of his ex-best friend's dad.

It was a weird day- it was going to be a weird day, and it was around 10 AM or so, which meant Sage had to text Joe's dad and tell him whether or not he was gonna come over to pretty much prevent Joe from trying to murder yet another person. He'd had a whole three days to decide his answer, but that wasn't nearly enough time to think about it.

...This was life or death, really. But Sage wasn't sure how many people that phrase applied to in this situation.

He sighed, and glanced around his room, the playbills hung on the walls alongside random theatre show posters, and most notably, a picture of him and Joe that had been hanging up but was now sitting crumpled in the corner of his room. It had been there for a good week or two now.

He really could've never imagined dying would be that painful- and coming home from that specific sleepover was tough. He never did tell his parents what happened and he probably never would. He just couldn't. And that meant he couldn't talk to anyone about it, he just had to sit cooped up in his room and stare into his mirror for hours at the new birthmark that laid over his heart where he had been stabbed and murdered and born again. Pretty traumatizing stuff.

And that really just lead Sage to think again about his decision- was he going to prevent Oliver from possibly meeting the same- or perhaps a worse- fate, or would going to that house make him wind up dead for good? Would it be better to be dead or live with the knowledge of what it's like to be that light and carefree, yet full of stress and agony? He wasn't quite sure.

But, really, these were his thoughts about each option- for starters, Sage honestly thought Joe deserved to fall into the shithole he dug himself into. Of course he did. And once again, Sage wasn't sure he would make it out alive if he went back to that house. On the other hand, he hated Joe now, but they'd known each other for literally their entire lives and it would be the right thing to do to help keep him home. And he also really didn't want Oliver to die- he didn't deserve that.

Sage knew what it was like to be stabbed. It sucked.

...All three of them were really in some deep shit, weren't they?

And Oliver really didn't deserve the added curse of someone wanting you dead when he was already gonna move far away from the only close friends he'd probably ever had. And now they weren't even close anymore. Sage hated to admit it, but in most friend groups, one person could be called the life of the group and in this case that was Joe. Now that Sage and Oliver didn't like him, it just didn't work. Sage had been trying to keep in touch with Oliver, and Oliver had been doing the same, but after they got done venting to each other about all that had went down, there wasn't anything else to talk about but school.

Sage groaned. He was alone, Oliver was alone, Joe was alone. They were all so fucking alone. But if Oliver got to move to Maryland or Nevada or wherever it was he would end up, maybe he at least could end up not as alone as the rest of them.

And that's when Sage knew he had to step in and save a life... even if it meant damaging his own. If he made it out maybe he could just move to Australia and start new there, too.

With a sigh, he wrote out a quick text, and he hit send. No going back.

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