Mark’s POV
It felt weird wearing real clothes again.
I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my shirt down, running my fingers through my hair like that would magically fix the bags under my eyes or the faint scar still healing on my jaw. I didn’t recognize the guy staring back. He looked tired, lighter maybe….but definitely tired.
“You look good,” Sage said from the bed, her legs curled under her, she had a book in her lap, something she had started doing lately, reading.
I turned to her, she hadn’t even looked up.
“You didn’t even see me.” I pointed out, I could tell she was trying so hard not to smile.
She flipped a page.
“I don’t need to. I can feel it.” She said and I nodded and grinned.
“You’re full of it.” I chuckled. She finally glanced up, smile small but honest.
“Stil
