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Sage|Vera
He felt like an idiot. A really, big and inconsiderate idiot. Vera slid away from him a few seconds after the words left her mouth, her eyes wide as she continued to look at him.
He looked right back at her.
❝I'm sorry.❞
❝... It's like we're a married couple. We haven't even been married for two weeks, and we're already arguing.❞ she replied, a laugh leaving her lips a moment later.
❝...❞
❝Sage?❞
❝Yeah?❞
❝Please don't think about killing yourself again, okay?❞
❝...❞
❝...❞
❝... I'll try my best.❞
❝... Thank you.❞
❝... Can I have your-❞
❝I seriously thought you were never going to ask.❞ she cut him off and reached the black sharpie she always kept in her back pocket. She grabbed his arm and pushed up one of the sleeves to his sweater. ❝... You don't mind, right?❞
He shook his head. ❝Go ahead. Do you always carry that marker to write your number on the arms of males?❞
❝No. I just like drawing on my hands in class.❞
He smirked. ❝So... I'm your first victim then?❞
❝The first one of many.❞
❝I'm honored.❞
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Sage & Vera
Short StorySage and Vera are both high-school seniors. Different schools, different worlds, but both managing to survive in New York City. The world is a lot less big when Sage and Vera realize they live in the same apartment building, but the real story begin...
