Rhea Everwood
I felt suffocated with guilt as I paced in my room. My mind replayed the scene from the morning, the harsh words I’d spat at Sage. He had stayed the night tending to me, and I had repaid his kindness with hateful words fueled by a half-sleep state and a deeply ingrained distrust.
How could I have been so cruel? It wasn’t like me to admit fault, especially not to someone I considered… well, just Sage. I stopped in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. What would I say? "I'm sorry"? Those words felt brittle on my tongue, foreign and inadequate.
I ran a hand through my hair, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips. I couldn’t formulate a single coherent apology that felt genuine enough to cover the depth of my transgression.
Perhaps a walk would clear my head. A distracti
