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CHAPTER THIRTEEN;

A LOVER'S LEAVE

Break.

Everyone on the bus flew forward, Stiles' hand falling onto the seat in front of him so that he could grab a hold of Sage and keep himself from flinging up straight at the same time. The abrupt stop had caused Scott to let out another agonizing groan as he held onto his side. Things were getting worse, that much was obvious by the blood stain on Scott's shirt. It wasn't just Scott's wound though, it was also the bottled up tempers that the two wolves had towards Ethan. They were ticking, and just waiting to explode.

Sage had tightened her grip on Stiles' hand to try and control her pain. He glanced over at her and gave a small smile, pressing a kiss to her lips to get her to ignore it for as long as possible. There wasn't much he could do, but he could distract her. She kissed him back, and although it wasn't much, when he pulled away he noticed that there was a small smile on her face. That had been enough for him, enough to know that she could get through this over time. Losing Derek is going to be the hardest thing she's ever experienced, but she's lost her parents. She has people that care about her. She has him; she's always going to have him.

Scott's frantic movement made the couple turn to the left. Stiles was confused, his eyebrows furring as he watched Scott struggle to stand up straight. "Whoa, Scott. Where are you going?"

"Boyd," Scott huffed out, making the two turn their heads over to the werewolf. "He's going to do something."

Stiles gaped. "What? How do you know?"

"His hands, Stiles. Look at his hands," Sage rushed, sitting up herself when she noticed that his claws were extracted from fingernails, curling around the edge of the seat as if he were anticipating and waiting for the right moment to strike.

When Sage saw that Scott was going to leave, she immediately moved her way around Stiles to stop her friend. With her boyfriend's hands on her waist to hold her back, she placed her hand on the werewolf's chest. Scott glanced down at her, confused as to what she was doing. Sage only shook her head, swallowing hard. "Sit down, Scott. The last thing we both need is for you to get ripped apart by Boyd. I'll take care of it. Just... just sit down."

"What?" Scott and Stiles both exclaimed. Sage didn't answer them, just blinked a few times as she moved from Stiles' hold so that she could make her way down the aisle. The boys continued to protest but she was already out of reach, struggling to stand straight as her peripheral vision got the best of her.

She made it to Isaac and Boyd's seat, losing her balance and nearly falling completely on her feet. She wasn't sure if she could get back up if she fell; not only because of the wound but because of how tired she was. She was so emotionally and physically drained at this point that getting up and living just wasn't enough for her anymore. She was still standing though, and for right now, she needed to save another person's life before she could even consider saving her own.

Putting her hands over Boyd's large ones, she squeezed her eyes shut before glancing over at the two werewolves in the seat. Slowly, she sat down in the seat next to them so that Coach didn't look up and yell at her. Boyd wasn't pleased by her appearance, glancing over at her with his teeth pulled behind his lips. "Let. Go."

"Do you have a plan?" Sage asked, raising her eyebrows as she kept her hand on his. "If you tell me what you plan on doing against an alpha, I'll consider letting you go. What do you think you're going to do, Boyd? Kill him right here? Then what? What do you plan on doing after everyone sees you kill a teenage boy?"

Boyd glared over at the blonde, his growl biting back in his throat. "I don't care."

He went forward, and Sage immediately held her hand out so that she could block him in. Although her strength was nothing compared to his, Isaac's help on the other end was enough to restrain the werewolf so he wasn't getting away. Sage looked at Boyd and frowned. "I do."

"Are you still hurt?" Isaac questioned when he noticed that Sage's shirt had been pulled up so that Scott's wound was visible on her body. The curly haired wolf raised his eyebrows, a tight frown on his face as he stared at Sage in worry.

She glanced down before looking back at Scott. Both of them were breaking out in a sweat now, Sage's hair was sticking to her forehead as she struggled to breathe properly. That was the main reason she went instead of Scott. He had so much more to live for than her if Boyd went rabid. She had nothing at this point, nothing apart from people that are going to leave her when they find out the truth about everything. People that are going to forget about her in two years when she's just a name on a gravestone and they have all graduated high school.

The only person Sage Connelly will be two years from now is a girl that lost everything. She's lost her parents, her brother, Derek, her trust, and everything that made her a sane person. Eventually, and very soon, she believes that all of the pieces broken inside of her will fail to mend. No amount of love or care can fix who she is, and who she will always be.

And yet, another lie slipped from her lips. "I'm fine. We're both fine."

She was just suffocating.

"Just," Sage began, pausing as she tried to find the right words. "Give me a chance to figure something out. Something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying."

Boyd stared at the small blonde, his eyebrows lacing in concern. She didn't look good; she literally looked like she had just crawled out a grave, and was now trying to find her way back home. He was grieving, he didn't want to believe that Derek was gone, but he accepted it and the best way to get over it is by killing as many people responsible. Sage wasn't though, and everyone on this damn bus could easily see that she didn't believe it.

More so, believing but refusing to accept it.

Boyd finally nodded. "Okay."

Sage mustered up a smile towards Boyd and squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. She moved to get up, her breath getting caught in her throat as she paused a second. Continuing down the aisle, she ignored the look that Ethan gave her on her way back. She didn't even want to look at him right now. She wasn't sure she could ever look at Derek's murderers again, much less want to.

When she got back to Scott and Stiles, she fell back down into her seat next to her boyfriend. She ignored their stares, mostly Stiles', who looked like he was about ready to strangle her from frustration. She moved closer to the window, hands running through her hair as she pulled it into a ponytail. This was one of the few things she had to do in order to keep her thoughts from invading her life — to keep from breaking down again and crying right on the bus, in front of everyone.

"Crisis averted?" Stiles mumbled to Scott, glancing forward to see that Boyd had calmed down after whatever Sage told him. Scott nodded, slowly sitting down himself. "Good, good, because we've got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something. You know. Like a message or signal of some kind. I don't know. Something evil, though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil. You two know that."

Sage closed her eyes, trying to block out the boys. Scott's face dropped at Stiles' words. "I don't like him sitting with Danny."

"Neither do I," Stiles agreed, narrowing his eyes before shuffling through his pocket to find his phone. He glanced over at Sage to see that she was falling asleep and sighed. "I'm going to see what he's waiting for."

Scott looked over. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to ask."

After that, it was a constant battle between Stiles and Danny; because Danny's ringtone was so loud, it was audible from the back of the bus. Which means that any former attempt Sage had to sleep was completely discarded as her boyfriend's determination flooded over her grogginess. This also meant that Sage's annoyance towards her boyfriend ceased to diminish as she sat up from the window to glare at him.

Sticking her hand out, she clawed at Stiles' phone. "Give it to me, idiot."

Quickly typing out a text message, making sure to state that it was her, she pressed send and went back to her original position near the window. She didn't bother looking up again to see if Danny finally answered them, she knew that he would. He was more afraid of her than he was of Stiles. Who would be afraid of Stiles?

There was shuffling from beside her, and Stiles' voice broke the silence. "Well, that was subtle."

A few seconds after that, Scott spoke up. "Ennis?"

Sage's body fell stiff at the mention of the name. She didn't get many details from Scott about what happened last night, but she got enough to know that Derek wasn't the only one that died. Or, supposedly died. She was informed that Ennis, who had been fighting her best friend at the time, also fell to his death in one of the abandoned malls.

Looking up from the window, Sage moved closer to Stiles so that she could see the text Danny sent. It didn't say much, definitely not enough to give her any hope of Derek being alive. The only thing it did do was give confirmation that one of the two alphas might not have died. It wasn't the one they prayed for either.

"Okay, so does that mean, uh..." Stiles paused, glancing over at his girlfriend to see how quickly her face had fallen after seeing the text message.

"He's not dead," Sage confirmed, her jaw growing tight as she thought she was going to combust. She didn't need this, she didn't need any of this. She didn't need to be on this bus and she didn't need to be breathing. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't want to feel anything.

"Not yet."

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"Jared, I'm warning you, I'm an empathetic vomiter so if you throw up, I'm going to throw up right back on you; and it will be profoundly disgusting."

Coach Finstock stood in the front of the bus, once again speaking to Jared. No one really acknowledged the teenage boy, mostly because his only use in life was messing things up and throwing things up. Two things of which no one was too pleased about; this is why everyone seemed to roll their eyes at the continuous battle going on between Jared's stomach and Coach.

Jared began to shake his head. "Please don't talk about throwing up. It's not good."

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared."

"It's not good. It's not good," Jared repeated, continuing to move his head to try and get the Coach off the subject completely. Quite frankly, no one wanted to be on a bus that Jared's has, well, made himself at home in.

Coach disregarded Jared after that. "Now, the rest of you, don't think that we're going to miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're going to make this thing! Nothing is going to stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."

"You know there's like a food exit about a half a mile up. We could stop there and wait for the traffic—" Stiles tried to explain, moving in rabid movements to try and get Coach to pull over as soon as possible. The two people beside him looked no better, and Scott's wounds were still refusing to heal.

"We're not going to stop."

"Okay, but if we stop—"

"Stilinski!" Coach shouted, blowing hard into his whistle before it dropped and he began to move frantically to express his frustration. "Shut it! Seriously, it's a little bus. Stop asking me questions!"

Stiles sunk back into his seat, hand falling over his mouth as he tried to figure out what he could say to explain how he was feeling. Apparently no words were capable of interpreting, so he just stuck with, "I hate him."

"I don't know how much longer I can stay awake," Sage muttered to Stiles, giving him a look that clearly stated if she fell asleep, she wasn't sure she was going to wake up. It had been a constant battle of keeping her eyes open despite having no motivation anymore. All she could think about was Derek, about him being gone, about her now having to take care of Cora.

Stiles rubbed his eyes before turning to Scott. "Did you call Deaton?"

"I keep getting his voicemail," Scott answered, sighing as he leaned his head back on the window. He was exhausted, and he wanted to sleep as much as the blonde did, but they couldn't.

Stiles glanced in between the two, and huffed out before finding his phone and moving to dial an all-too-familiar number. "That's it, I'm calling Lydia and Allison."

"How are they going to help? They're back in Beacon Hills."

Sage snorted, her eyes falling shut. She was practically sleeping sitting up at this point, barely able to function properly. "You're an idiot if you seriously believe that. They've been following us for hours."

Stiles nodded in agreement as he moved his phone to his ear, barely acknowledging when Sage's head fell on his shoulder. He was just trying to find a way to get Coach to stop the bus without using some exaggerated excuse like Sage and Scott were dying — which, they were, but he couldn't necessarily tell the man that.

Sage could hear from her place on Stiles' shoulder Lydia's failed attempts to convince him that she wasn't actually following the bus. "Oh, hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie. You know, the popcorn—"

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker," Stiles deadpanned, getting straight to the point. He didn't have time to taunt the girls about how pathetic it is that they were driving behind them, being miles-away babysitters.

"Yeah, okay."

"Alright, look," Stiles began. "Scott's still hurt."

"What do you mean 'still'? He's not healing?" Allison's voice broke through the phone, concern laced in her words as she questioned Stiles. "Is Sage not healing either?"

"No, neither of them are healing. They're both getting worse. Scott's blood is turning, like, a black color and Sage can barely keep her head up," Stiles explained, looking in between the the two teenagers that were injured. Sage was out at this point, the rest of the conversation flying over her head. "Hey, Sage, you've got to wake up. Come on, baby. Just a little longer."

Lydia frowned when she heard her best friend's name being called out. "What's happening to them?"

"What's wrong with them? I d— Do I look like I have a PHD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" Stiles retorted, wrapping an arm around Sage as she lifted her head up to adjust her position. She moaned in annoyance, trying to get her boyfriend to stay still so that she could sleep. She knew that was the whole point of him moving her around, so that she wouldn't sleep.

Allison sighed from the other end. "We need to get them off the bus."

"And take them where? The hospital?" Lydia asked, forcing Stiles and a nearly unconscious Sage to listen to their bickering.

"Yeah," Allison agreed, before her voice appeared again. "Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell Coach to pull over."

Stiles opened his mouth, appalled at the insinuation that he hasn't already tried to get Coach to pull the stupid bus over. "Yeah, I've been trying."

"Well, reason with him."

"Reason? Have you met this guy?"

Allison huffed from the other end of the line. "Just try something."

With that, the phone call ended. Stiles gaped as he pulled the phone from his ear, curling his lip back in frustration before angrily shoving the blue thing back in his pocket. He turned to see that Scott was leaning on the side of the window still, side seeping with black blood as he tried to keep himself awake. The blonde beside him was slack on his shoulder, and he swallowed hard before giving Sage a kiss on her forehead and moving her so she was against the bus as well.

She immediately grabbed a hold of his shirt, eyes fluttering open when she realized that he was leaving her. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go try and get Coach to pull over. I'll be right back," Stiles said, his own hands folding over his girlfriend's to try and get her to release his clothing. When she just stared at him, hands holding on even tighter, he sighed. "I promise."

Sage's mouth opened, and her eyes filled with exhaustion before slowly nodding and letting go. She didn't want to, she didn't want him to leave her even if his destination was just a few inches away from her. She didn't want to be alone, and she didn't want to be in pain right now.

Turning her head weakly, Sage managed to crawl across her own seat and scoot onto Scott's. The werewolf looked over, eyelids falling as he frowned at her, confused. She just collapsed next to him, her head lolling onto his shoulder. She needed to talk to him, and she needed to do it before they both lost consciousness. "Scott."

He hummed. "Mhm?"

"It's not..." Sage paused so she could hiss in pain. "...it's not your fault. He always said he wanted to die saving someone's life, and he saved four last night. You, Boyd, Cora, and Isaac wouldn't be alive right now if he hadn't sacrificed himself. Don't beat yourself up."

Scott, still holding onto his side, looked over at her. "Why are you trying to make me feel better?"

"I know it's hard to believe but I can actually be nice sometimes," Sage retorted, trying to lighten the move despite her heart being broken inside. She noticed that Scott didn't seem phased by her joke and that seemed to bring her back to reality. "It distracts me."

"Are you okay?"

Sage's lip quivered, not knowing the answer to that question. She didn't even have a chance to think about herself because the annoying sound of a whistle broke Scott and Sage's conversation. She was irritated, mostly because the damn whistle was all she's heard in the past three hours of being on this stupid bus. If Coach Finstock wasn't infuriating enough on the lacrosse field, try being on a small bus with him while you're dying.

Not fun.

So not fun.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break. We've been on this thing for three hours—"

Whistle.

"It's sixty miles to the next rest stop—"

Whistle.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good—"

Whistle.

Sage's eyes begin to twitch and she glanced up to see that Stiles was standing in front of Coach, trying to convince the man to pull the bus over so that Allison and Lydia could get Scott and Sage off of the bus. So far, there was no success and everyone on the long, yellow transportation device felt the urge to burn Coach's whistle from his neck.

"You know our bladders aren't exactly—"

Whistle.

"Coach—"

Whistle.

"This isn't—"

Whistle.

"Please—"

Whistle.

"Every time—"

Whistle.

Stiles glared at Coach, his voice rising with anger as he shouted. "Let me talk!"

With one last exaggerated, long whistle, Coach silenced Stiles' attempts to get the bus to pull over. Sage frowned, watching as her boyfriend's chest began to heave out of anger. Coach grinned at Stiles, putting down his whistle to shout out, "Back to your seat, Stilinki!"

"Okay!" Stiles exclaimed, wiping his face as he tried to calm himself down so that he didn't do something stupid. Whipping his head around, he moved to retreat back to his seat. Sage noticed how his eyes were a blazing fire, and was surprised considering she had never seen him so determined or furious at something before.

Coach, then, turned to his right. "And Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon."

The blonde watched as the boy down the aisle's face lit up like a Christmas tree, a small smirk forming on his lips as he slowly turned around to face the walking puke bag that is Jared. Sage's eyes widened and she whined slightly, not even sure what was worse; Stiles having an idea or her losing consciousness.

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Stiles having an idea.

Definitely Stiles having an idea.

"Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab some towels! Or a mop! Or a new bus!" Coach shouted as he sprayed Glade air softener out the window of the bus that everyone was frantically trying to escape. The scent of Jared's breakfast filled the air, enough so that all of the students were literally running for the hills.

And it was all thanks to Stiles Stilinski, of whom took a total of five minutes to get Jared to explode. Thankfully, it didn't take long to get to the rest stop. Sadly, Scott and Sage were still badly injured, barely capable of standing up on their own. That is where the two babysitters, Allison and Lydia, come in. While Stiles and Allison helped stable Scott, Lydia had the responsibility of getting Sage into the same bathroom; the one issue with that is how Sage was still a few inches taller than Lydia, and there was a heavy load of weight for the strawberry blonde to carry.

"Okay, Sage," Lydia said, grunting as Sage's boots dragged in the dirt. "I love you but I need you to help me out here before I drop you on your face."

Sage nodded weakly and grabbed onto the wall of the bathroom, stumbling in just a few seconds after the other two set down Scott. She fell even heavier on Lydia, who let out a strangled moan of complaint. Stiles turned around when he heard it and took hold of Sage from Lydia, carefully setting her down on a wall near the weak werewolf.

Allison moved so that she could roll up Scott's shirt to access the damage. What she saw when it was raised had been enough for Lydia's hand to shoot up to her mouth and Stiles to grimace. Sage flinched, and her green eyes met with Stiles' brown ones as she silently pleaded for him to come over to her. He got the message, and moved away from Lydia so that he could crouch down next to his girlfriend and hold her hand.

Allison's eyes filled with concern as she swallowed hard. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sorry," Scott breathed out, a small smile on his lips.

"Okay, just give us a second, okay?"

Stiles closed his eyes tightly before letting go of Sage's hand so that he could meet up with the other two girls. Both teenagers were too out of it to even process the words coming out of Stiles, Lydia, and Allison's mouths. Sage only caught bits and pieces, most of it involving the words psychosomatic and hospital.

Then, the words became perfectly clear as Stiles spoke out the last sentence. "He's not letting himself heal because Derek died."

"So what do we do?" Allison asked, her eyes flickering from side to side as she stared concerned for her ex-boyfriend and best friend.

Lydia pulled thread and a needle from her bag. "So we stitch him up. I'm serious, maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing, and then Sage will be fine too."

"She's not going to be fine," Stiles disagreed, his voice softening as he stared over at his girlfriend, wanting nothing more than to go back over to her right then and there. He didn't need to look at Allison and Lydia to know that they were thinking the same thing, and that the strawberry blonde's choice of words couldn't have been more inappropriate for Sage's condition.

Allison tried to move onto another subject. "Okay, lets get this over with."

She grabbed a hold of the supplies Lydia had in her purse, and pulled a lighter from her own to heat up the needle. In the time of this process happening, Lydia standing off to the side as she stared anxiously, Stiles had plopped down next to Sage so that he could push her hair from her face. She was staring at him, although there were moments when she closed her eyes for a second too long and Stiles had to squeeze her hand to bring her back.

"Come on, Sage, just a little while longer," Stiles pleaded, grabbing her chin to steady her head as he looked into her bright green eyes. Her whole body was covered in a cold sweat, makeup smudged under her eyes and blonde hair sticking to her face. Yet, she was still beautiful. She might be broken, and she might be in pain, but he refused to believe she would ever be anything but beautiful to him.

Sage stared at her boyfriend with tears in her eyes. "It hurts."

"I know," Stiles spluttered out, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I know, but Allison is going to fix up Scott and you'll be as good as new. I promise. I'll be right here with you."

"You hate needles, Stiles," Sage breathed out, her head rolling on the tile wall so she could glance over to see that Allison was still heating up the needle, nimble fingers doing their best to keep stable as she began to stumble around with her one job. Sage blinked a few times to get rid of her wet eyes before looking back at her boyfriend. "You need to go."

"I'm not going to leave you here," Stiles refused, staring at her like she was out of her mind for even implying that he should leave. He did hate needles, but his fear of losing her was so much more than his hatred towards a stupid object.

Allison called out from beside them. "He's going to need another shirt. Where's his bag?"

"It's on the bus," Stiles said, looking up from Sage.

Sage closed her eyes tightly. "Stiles, go. Take Lydia with you."

Stiles stared at her a moment, and the moment became real when she struggled to pull her hand from his grasp so he had nothing holding him back. She kept her eyes shut, letting the tears of frustration run down her face as she refused to watch him leave. She felt him lean closer to her, and just before a pressure came on her lips, she heard Stiles say, "Don't you dare leave me."

When she opened her eyes again, taking a deep inhale, she realized that Stiles was gone.

And she wasn't sure why it hurt so much to know that he walked away.

"Okay," Allison began, exhaling deeply to try and control her nerves. She fell in between Scott's knees, and glanced in between two people that she cared so much about. "I need you two to stay with me, okay? You've got to stay with me."

Sage's head fell to the side, and she stopped trying to keep her eyes open. Faintly, she could hear Scott reply to Allison. "I'm tired."

"Just look at me, okay? Just look at me."

Sage had fell into darkness for a few seconds, long enough to miss Allison's pleas. The only thing that brought her back was when Allison let out a cry in frustration, startling both the blonde girl and the brunette boy. Sage's vision was hazy, but she could make out that the hunter was failing to threat the needle, tears falling down her face as she began to break down.

The brunette stumbled out the words as if she were talking to someone. "Clinically! And... and un— unemotionally."

Sage stared in confusion, and managed to raise her hand just high enough to grab a hold of Allison's. Her best friend stared down at her, old tears falling down her cheeks as she watched Sage give her last bit of strength up to squeeze Allison's hand. That was when the brunette's determination surpassed her fear of losing her friends, because she realized then that she couldn't let Sage lose Scott, and she most definitely couldn't lose Scott herself.

Allison nodded, taking a deep breath and carefully placed Sage's hand on her lap so that she could attempt to threat the needle again. It took a second, but she eventually got the thread through and let out a small weep in relief before moving to Scott's side so that she could stitch him up as fast as her fingers would allow.

Sage saw nothing more as darkness consumed her, her deepest secrets spilling free in her mind as she came to the agonizing truth that Derek Hale was never coming back to her.

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When she stepped into their apartment, blood dripping from every part of her body and staining her clothes as the rain mixed in with sweat, the first person that saw her was Derek Hale. Laura had been out that night, on one of her many secret missions that she refused to tell either adolescent about.

Sage was fifteen at the time, nearly sixteen as her birthday was just a few days away. Derek was confused though, considering she was supposed to be hanging out with her boyfriend tonight so that they could celebrate her sixteenth. You can imagine his growing state of panic when he noticed that the girl he considered his little sister coated in blood from top to bottom. More importantly, he was concerned when he realized that it wasn't her own.

Her, once blonde now red, hair was stuck to her face as she slowly looked up. The first thing he noticed were the bloodshot eyes and tears falling from her swollen face. The second thing he noticed was her shivering, and how her lips were struggling to form a sentence. Neither knew what to say, both frozen from fear and absolute horror.

Finally, Sage's voice broke into whimpering sobs. "They're all dead."

Her body collapsed as her wailing illuminated the full moon that was upon them. Derek rushed forward, catching her before she could hit the ground, and slowly eased them both to the floor. From there, he allowed her to clutch tightly onto his shirt as she heaved, chest convulsing as her cries refused to cease.

He didn't know what she was talking about, much less who was dead, but he did know that right now, the most important thing was for him to be there for her. She could keep from him what happened that night, she could lie and try to forget it ever happened, but he knew that he had to be her anchor and had to be her brother. He had to be Luke.

He just had to protect her.

"Hey, hey, hey," Derek soothed, wrapping his arms around her as he rocked her back and forth; he hadn't done it since she was ten, and the nightmares of her family burning alive plagued her in her sleep. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay."

Sag shook her head, moving her body in an attempt to break free so that she could let out her frustration. Derek was one step ahead of her, and held on tight, denying her of the access. She cried out, and he waited. He waited for her to get finished throwing punches at his chest and waited for her heart rate to calm down. He didn't realize, though, that he lost his control while trying to convince her to keep her's.

Sage stared up at him, exhaustion on her face. Slowly, a weak smile fell on her face when she noticed that the eyes he hated so much were staring back at her.

"I told you blue was pretty."

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if i told u this was edited, would u believe me. no. u shouldn't.

so, this is in bold because i ended with italics. sorz. but if you haven't guessed, the ending scene was her talking about coming back from what happened with aiden. the thing that happened is going to be another flashback sometime soon. but, i s2g that this fucking episode never ends. ever. it makes me want to cry. excessively. i still have like ten minutes left in this episode; idk if im going to add the ending of Frayed to Motel California, or just leave Frayed as one final episode and go to Motel California.

probably end with frayed because there is still a ton of shit left in this episode to write. ugherlnewjrh. i love u guys. also, im sorry for the stage feelings. i cry to myself.