They could call it fate or a mere coincidence, but that one encounter I had with Sage seven years ago was something I never thought would happen again. Honestly, I thought he wouldn't even remember me, and yet, he does.
But, what does it even matter now?
Seven years is a long time, and a lot of things have changed over time. Even if I were in my own body, even if our paths crossed, and our eyes happened to meet by chance, he’d probably be no less than a stranger I barely recognize. Because I don’t know anyone who would leave you behind so abruptly and leave a st#pid note as a goodbye.
I slowly pushed myself up, the gritty surface clinging to my palms as I regained my footing. Standing tall, I brushed off the dust that got stuck on my hands and pants and made my way to the cabinet whe
