𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

37.

Sage

"You don't have to wait up with me." I turn to look over at Wes who's sat up against the headboard, remote in his hands.

"Why wouldn't I? it's fun." He shrugs.

I toss him a look because I know he's lying.

"Wes."

"You don't have to keep staying up for me. I'm fine." I avoid his eyes.

He lets out a deep sigh.

"Sage, you're not."

"I am!" I defend. Snapping my eyes to him.

"I promise I'm fine!" I sound more desperate than I want to.

"You're not. And we both can't keep ignoring that. You're barely sleeping, you cry every single night, you don't talk much these days, I don't even know if you're eating properly." Hurts me to hear it all out loud. Makes me realise just how fucked up I actually am.

I let out a dismissive laugh as I turn to look at the window. Tears brimming my eyes that I'm trying so hard to not let spill.

"Babe—" He takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently so I focus my attention back on him.

I turn, looking at him now with glassy eyes. His own eyes are sad.

"If you—we can get you help. If you want it." His voice is gentle.

I must really be at rock bottom if Wes is thinking of getting me help.

"What you went through, it wasn't easy. It's not normal. And it's understandable you have a lot of trauma from it. And now you're not talking to your brother, he was a safety blanket for you. It makes sense you feel extra shaken up." He reasons.

I look down at our intertwined hands. Tears spilling down my cheeks, droplets falling onto the bedsheet.

"I just feel like—" I let out a sigh.

"—like bad things will always happen to me. Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed. And that no matter how hard I try to be happy, it just won't last."

"Sometimes I feel like....me dying is more likely than me getting my nice normal life where I'm happy." I sniff as I wipe at my tears falling.

Wes reaches out, wipes my tears for me. Lifts my chin up ever so slightly so I'm looking at him. He's got such gorgeous eyes, somehow looking into them just makes me feel calm and at ease. He's got a warmth in them somehow.

"You know that if I could grab every star in the sky and give them to you I would?" It's more of a rhetorical question.

"I'd do anything, absolutely anything to make you happy Sage."

"The minute I locked eyes with you, that's always been my goal. And that hasn't changed, it never will."

"You—" He pauses, shuffles a little close to me. Hand now cupping my cheek, his thumb caressing it.