Dear Sage,
Today was visitation. I still didn't want to go. My mom still made me.
Everyone was there saying how sorry they were. I felt like crying but I couldn't. I didn't. I can't cry and it hurts.
They had an open casket. I didn't go up and see you. I couldn't make it past the door. My heart clenched up and my stomach churned. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I stayed in there the whole time, even when my mom came to get me.
I don't want to see you laying lifeless. I want to see you alive. I don't want to see you lying cold and pale. I want to see you radiant... Like you always were!
Or seemed to be, I guess.
Apparently outward appearance means nothing.
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...
