Dear Sage,
I feel so useless. I hate this all. All I do anymore is lay in my bed with the lights off. Mom and dad try to talk to me but... I locked the door. My phone died a long time ago. I never felt like recharging it. It's not like anyone is worried anyway. Never got a single text or call from any "friends" at all. It's not like I would miss any now anyway.
I want to be alone but, I wish there was someone I could talk to.
That person used to be you Sage. Dammit. I don't have anyone now. I am alone.
Maybe that's what I deserve.
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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...
