✖️ Sage's POV ✖️
After projectile vomiting my feelings for Alex, I began to cry. Balling actually. It was horrible.
"Sage, hey, don't cry," he pulled the car over and came to the back seat, "why are you crying? If it's because of me, I'm sorry. I've just been thinking about what your dad said and it really bothers me," he sighed.
"You aren't ugly or emo or anything less than perfect," I grabbed his hand.
"No, not that. I don't give a shit about his opinion of me. I care about what he did say about you. He said that wasn't the first time he hit you and it made me sick. You aren't supposed to hit anyone, especially girls, if you're a guy. He just really pissed me off. I know how your pain works so I just want you to know I'm not mad at you, in reality I'm mad at him. I love you way to much to stay mad at you. But I don't even have a reason to be mad so of course, I'm not." Alex said putting his hand on my thigh, as a sign of comfort, "I really do love you, Sage," he held out his pinky finger, "I pinky promise."
I intertwined our pinkies, and in that exact moment I knew what he said about loving me was in fact true.
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