Dear Sage,
My mom came up and talked to me while I was lying in my room earlier. She said that visitation is on Tuesday at 11. I asked what for and she said it... Was for you.
I asked if they had found you and my mom asked what I meant. I asked if visitation meant they found you and you were up for talking and visiting. My mom got angry and said that you were gone and yelled about how I need to get over "this denial" because it was getting bad.
I locked her out of my room after that.
I'm just in bed now. I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to think about it all and how everyone says it's true when in my heart I feel like it can't be true! NONE OF IT.
-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...
