Dear Sage,
Mom is making me go to the visitation on Tuesday. I really don't want to go. I don't know why she is making me go. You're gone. What the hell does it matter anymore?
Funerals and shit don't exist for the dead. They exist for the living.
I don't want to write anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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...
