Dear Sage,
At school today part of the announcements were dedicated to you. I tried my best to drown it out. I don't wanna think about what happened right now.
People kept coming up to me and saying sorry. I wish they would just stop. It's getting annoying and it keeps reminding me of... And I don't want too...
I tried to stave them off by answering them with a series of grunts and silence, added with an aversion of my gaze to the nearest grime stained tile situated on the floor. After that they just looked at me all sad-like... Like they pitied me or something. Now everyone is looking at me strange and when I walk through the hallways they all turn to their friends and whisper quietly while flashing me that same pity look. It's extremely awkward. I hate it.
Sincerely,
Remy
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Dear Sage (V1)
Teen Fiction··ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ·· A story about grief and letting go, "Dear Sage" is an ambiguous tale spun by the many unsent letters from Remy to Sag...
