Dear Sage,
It's final now.
You are officially a missing person, and the police are officially opening an investigation to find you. It's all over the news now "LOCAL TEEN GONE MISSING".
This is really scary. Did you run off on your own? Did someone kidnap you?
Are you even still alive?
I hope you are. I hope that nothing bad has happened, but in the end hope is a pretty useless thing. That dreading feeling pressing on the back of my neck isn't going away and I feel sick to my stomach almost constantly now. I threw up after eating lunch at school and was immediately sent home. The sour bile coating and burning my mouth and throat and nose only served to make me feel even more scared. I've missed two days of school so far and I'm constantly checking my phone to see if anything else has happened. I'm just like those phone-obsessed humans we'd belittle all the time. Ugh...
I guess that's it for now. I have nothing else to say and I feel too sick to be writing now. I'm gonna lay on my bed and watch Star Wars or something... I dunno...
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...
