Sage was shy, quiet, and loving girl. While Rafe Cameron was mean, and envious, but only to everyone else. Sage took him back to a time when he actually felt happy. She could always see the good in him, even when he did something wrong. Does love tr...
As I held her hand, looking down at the ring I had given her, I couldn't help the remorseful feeling that flooded my body. I couldn't help but take what Sage had said to heart. I had found someone just like her.
Someone who was just a beautiful, kind, and compassionate as she was. But she wasn't her. She could never be.
'Although, promises from you don't seem to mean much' I hear her voice echo as I stare down at the photo of her in a wedding dress, alongside someone else. I had been staring at it for two days, getting nauseous about it all over again.
That ring was meant for Sage. I had bought it months ago, and had planned to propose to her at the carnival.
Sage and I climbed off the ferris wheel, and headed for the cotton candy stand. Sage had gotten the pink, and I grabbed the blue.
I watched as Sage stuffed a piece into her mouth, and smiled as it melted.
"You know, together we can make purple." I joked, and Sage laughed. That amazing laugh that I love so much.
"Oh yeah? How?" Sage asked. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers passionately. I pulled away, reaching into my pocket, clutching the ring box in my hand.
I had never been more nervous about something in my whole entire life. I felt my heartbeat in my throat. I pulled the ring out of the pocket, looking at the back of her head.
She looked up at the sunset, taking in all the colors. She could talk endlessly about sunsets, and I could listen endlessly to her passionately beam over them.
"Sage..." I mumbled, too quiet for her to hear. My hands trembled as I pulled open the ring box. I started to kneal, hoping she would turn around.
"Hey guys!" A voice called out. I shot up, slamming the ring box closed, and shoving it back into my pocket. The Pogues...
"Ah, so this is the mystery guy, huh?" John B asked, harshly patting me on the shoulder. Sage looked over at me, a worried look in her eye, and I sighed.
"What are you looking at?" Sofia asked, and I quickly slid my phone into my pocket.
"Nothing." I muttered. I felt her tense next to me, and I look over to see that she's staring ahead with sad eyes. I couldn't keep doing this to her.
But Sage made it clear that she doesn't need me anymore. But I needed her. The anger in her eyes as she called me Mr. Cameron, she held the same disgusted gaze as when she would talk to my father.
My heart shattered in half. I never wanted to be like the bad parts of him, just the good.
"I'm gonna go to bed." Sofia muttered, quickly standing up from the couch, and making her way upstairs.
I pulled out my phone, and continued to stare at the photo. Her wide smile as she stood under the hands of another man. It made my blood boil. I wanted to kill him.
I stood from the couch, making my way to the kitchen. I filled a glass with whisky, I had lost count of how many glasses I had in the last hour. I needed to numb the pain.
I just wish I could take the moment I told her I wanted to break up back. I wish I would've told her that I knew she would never lie to me, that she would never betray me like that.
But I didn't.
But I still could.
I finished the glass of whisky, before grabbing my keys. I stumbled out of the house, and towards my car. I needed to tell her.
I started the ignition, and sped off towards her house. She was my life, and she needed to know that. Even if I am too late, and she's moved on. I still needed her to know.
Before I knew it, I was standing on her porch. A little amount of light shined through the front window, reflecting off the porch. I reached out, hesitating to press the doorbell.
The front door opened, and my eyes widened.
"Jacob, I'm leaving!" Sage called out. She hadn't seen me yet. She grabbed her purse, before she turned, finally facing me.
She let out a scream, jumping back. Beau ran up, rapidly barking at me as I stood in the doorway.
"What?" Jacob yelled, rushing towards Sage. Our eyes met, and I felt my body tense. I knew that me showing up could go one of two ways. One, she wants to kill me. Or two, maybe we work things out.
"Sage." I whispered. The sight of her sobered me up, instantly.
There it was again, that digusted gaze. All I could look at was her. She was dressed for a night out, her makeup done, and she looked so beautiful.
I couldn't help but wonder if she was looking extra beautiful for someone else. Him.
"I-" My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't speak. I realized now that I had no idea what I was going to say to her.
How does someone begin to apologize for everything they've done?
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