SageI stood there, my back pressed against the door, staring at the empty space where the professor had just been. His footsteps had barely faded when the weight of his words settled on me. "I could never be with anyone that hated me."My chest tightened. His words echoed like a broken record in my head. I couldn't move. My limbs felt heavy, like I was frozen in time. He was gone. I had been such a fool. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t... fix this. The door slammed behind him with such finality that it felt like it had shattered something inside me.It felt like the end.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be more than this. I wanted us to be more. But I had pushed too hard. I was the one who fucked up.The professor was gone, and it felt like my world had come crashing down around me. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to break something. Instead, I stood there in silence, a sick feeling churning in my gut. How did I get here? How di
SageI didn’t take Kaiden’s advice.Why the hell should I?He wasn’t an expert on relationships. Hell, he wasn’t even in one. It was easy for him to sit there and tell me to move on like this wasn’t eating me alive, like I could just flip a switch and suddenly not care. But I did care. Too much. And it was killing me.The professor had succeeded in erasing me from his life.Anytime I tried to speak to him, he walked away or ignored me like I was nothing more than a rash in his life.It hurt.I watched from a distance as he went about his day, speaking to everyone except me. I saw him laughing with students, exchanging easy words with colleagues, his life untouched by the wreckage he left me in. It was humiliating. It was painful.I couldn’t do it anymore.I couldn’t keep going to class and pretending like I was okay when I hadn’t slept properly in days. When every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was him walking away, slamming the door in my face like I was nothing. Like we were nothi
SageI didn’t think. I couldn’t think.The second he disappeared into his room, something in me snapped.I stormed after him, my anger burning hot and unchecked. I shoved the door open without knocking, barely registering the surprised look on his face before my fists connected with his chest.Again. And again.I hit him, my hands landing with no real force, but he didn’t stop me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t push me away. He just stood there. Taking it.That only made me angrier.“Why are you doing this to me?!” My voice broke, my throat burning from the sheer force of my emotions. Tears streamed down my face, and I hated it. Hated how weak I felt, how desperate I had become.He made me this way.He still didn’t say anything, just stood there while I pounded weakly at his chest. I wasn’t even trying to hurt him, I just wanted something. A reaction. Anything to prove that this wasn’t as easy for him as he made it seem.But he gave me nothing.I let out a broken sob and, before I could sto
SageI got the message just as I was leaving campus."Come see me. Wear something good."It wasn’t much, it was just a simple text. But my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.For three days, I had waited, my phone sitting untouched, willing myself not to text him first. I told myself that if he wanted me, really wanted me, then he would have to be the one to make the next move.And now he had.A slow smile crept onto my face as I read the message again, barely resisting the urge to do a ridiculous little happy dance in the middle of the hallway.I wasn’t naive enough to believe everything was fixed just because of one dinner and one text. But it was a step in the right direction. My direction. And I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers.After I went home to my place that night, I cringed at the thought of what I did. I snuck to his house, made dinner like a psychopath and hit him. It only dawned on me that I didn’t act appropriately and if I were him, I wouldn’t want to see
SageI had spent hours picking the perfect outfit. I wanted to look good, no, I wanted to look stunning. If the professor was asking me to see him and had specifically told me to wear something nice, then I needed to make an impression.You would think I was a girl getting ready for her first prom date. I was so excited and anxious at the same time because I had no idea what he was planning or what we were doing.But still, I didn’t want to disappoint him by not dressing up to standard.When I finally settled on a sleek black shirt with matching slacks that hugged my body just right, I took one last glance in the mirror, smoothed down my hair, and grabbed my jacket. My hands were trembling slightly as I walked out the door.By the time I arrived at his house, my heart was practically hammering against my ribs.I knocked, and within seconds, he opened the door.He was already dressed, looking effortlessly perfect as always. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his da
SageLondon was the best experience I have ever gotten. I was grinning and blushing till we were ready to go home.Seeing the private plane waiting for us even after the three days we spent here was even more exciting.By the time we got back home, I was already half-asleep in the car. The long hours of travel, the excitement, and the emotional rollercoaster had drained every bit of energy from my body. I barely registered when the professor unbuckled my seatbelt and lifted me into his arms.I might have stirred slightly, but exhaustion pulled me right back under.The next thing I knew, I was in his bed. His scent surrounded me and it comforted me. I didn't move. I couldn't.I was jet-lagged, and my body refused to cooperate.I felt the warmth of his arms as he settled in beside me, pulling me close. His fingers traced soothing circles on my back, and I melted into him, letting sleep consume me once more.When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty.The absence of his warmth made me f
SageIt was a pretty intrusive question but I didn’t know what else to ask. I had no choice.That woman came here and disrupted the little peace I had. So I had to wonder how he put up with her because a minute in her presence and I was already drained.I looked up at him expectantly, He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't want to talk about it, Sage."I crossed my arms, studying him. His shoulders were tense, his jaw locked in frustration. But I wasn’t going to let this go. Not when I had just found out he had been married, and not when his ex-wife had walked into his house like she still belonged there.Said all kinds of things to me and obviously changed his mood."River," I said softly, sitting across from him. "I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to understand. I don’t want to be blindsided like that again."He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes avoiding mine.“I just…” he started, but he stopped himself, shaking his head.“You just wha
SageI had said it before, the past always finds a way to haunt you.It didn’t matter how much time had passed, how much you had moved on, or how much you convinced yourself that old wounds had healed. The past had a cruel way of creeping back into your life when you least expected it, slipping through the cracks you thought you had sealed.It also affected everyone around you. When my phone buzzed that evening, I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. Maybe a message from Kaiden, still bitter about my choices, or a text from the professor finally checking in after the yesterday’s mess. But when I picked it up and saw the name Valeria from web search flashing on my screen, a strange feeling settled in my gut.The message was simple:"Meet me at Peretti’s Café. We need to talk."I stared at it for a long time, debating whether I should even entertain whatever she wanted. The professor had made it clear that she was his past, something he had long buried. If I was smart, I should leave it
SageIt was entirely unfair for someone like Amir to be real. Tall, lean, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on a movie poster rather than in a security file, and a voice that dripped with smooth, practiced calm. He was the kind of handsome that made your thoughts scatter just a little if you looked at him for too long.And I was doing exactly that.“Mr. Amir, right?” I asked, extending a hand, hoping my voice didn’t tremble like my fingers did. “I’m Sage.”He nodded, his grip firm but not overbearing. “I know. It’s a pleasure.”He smiled and I don’t mean the empty kind people give when they’re on duty. It was warm. Polite. And it made my stomach flip in a way I hadn’t expected.But as he turned toward the room, I caught sight of Kaiden and the professor.Both of them were glaring.I blinked.Kaiden’s jaw was tight, eyes narrowed like he was assessing a threat he didn’t like the look of. The professor, arms crossed, stood with the energy of a man who’d already decid
KaidenWhen Martin dropped me in front of the professor’s house. I barely waited for him to drive off before I dug out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I hit Bryan’s name.He was the only one who was making an attempt to help me right now. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and clipped, like always.“Kaiden?”“Yeah, it’s me.” I moved to the far side of the room, away from the windows, and lowered my voice. “Something weird’s going on. I need to tell you about it.”“What kind of weird?” His tone sharpened immediately.I told him everything. The prepaid boutiques. The law firm. The condo being bought out. The way no one could or would tell me who was behind it. I could practically hear him frowning on the other end of the line.“You think it’s Sage?” he asked quietly.“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I don’t know. I mean—I don’t want to think that. And it’s not the professor either. I know that much. They would tell me if they are trying
KaidenI stared at the silver-trimmed envelope resting on the counter between the professor and me like it was some kind of explosive. The award ceremony. My name was on the guest list, of course. It had to be. I was the damn honoree.“I have my own invite, thanks to my connections,” the professor said casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. He swirled his coffee slowly, watching the dark liquid spiral. “But I think Sage should go with you.”Sage, sitting cross-legged on the couch and peeling a tangerine, looked up with a sheepish smile. “Would that be okay with you?”I didn’t even think about it before I answered. “No.”Their expressions changed almost instantly, surprise flickered across the professor’s features and Sage’s smile faltered.“It’s enough that Sage’s already in the spotlight,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, my words reasonable. “With the way everyone’s been talking and taking photos, I don’t want to put him in harm’s way, more than I already have. If you
Kaiden The clock on the bedside read 3:12 a.m. I rolled onto my side, confused by the soft glow seeping under the bedroom door. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, and when I looked over, Sage was still fast asleep beside me, his breathing steady and rhythmic. I reached out, touched his hair lightly, then slid out of bed. The hallway was silent except for the distant hum of the fridge and the occasional rustle of the wind brushing the windows. I padded barefoot across the wood floor, and as I neared the living room, the scent of whiskey hit me first. That, and the sound of papers being shuffled with irritation more than purpose. The soft overhead light in the corner cast a gold sheen across the professor’s back. He was hunched over the coffee table, glass of whiskey in one hand, papers spread out like an autopsy, calm chaos wrapped in tension. He didn’t look up when I entered. “You’re still awake?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “I have work to do,” he said, not looking at me. His
KaidenI watched Sage’s chest rise and fall steadily, his breathing finally even and calm after a long, exhausting day. The faint hum of the heater filled the small apartment as the evening air drifted colder through the windows. He looked peaceful in sleep, peaceful in a way that didn’t match anything we’d been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldn’t last. The last thing I needed was for him to keep worrying about the unknown.Today took a toll on him.I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, hands folded, but my thoughts weren’t still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether we’d ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldn’t. Not with this storm closing in around us, not when every time I let my guard down, something tried to take Sage from me.I haven’t even figured out how to apologize to the professor, it took me a lot of thinking to realize
SageThe next morning, Kaiden and I walked to school in silence. The meal we shared was so brief and he stayed with me. The professor didn’t come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didn’t want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didn’t want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldn’t be able to control.I looked at Kaiden, I know we have already talked about this but I was so curious.I wanted to ask him again about where he’d really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldn’t help myself. “So,” I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, “you never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.” His steps didn’t falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. “I told you. I needed to clear my head.” “Yeah, but that could mean anything,” I pressed. “You just
SageI stood just outside the hospital’s main entrance, staring at the parking lot like it was a war zone. The discharge papers were crumpled slightly in my grip. I could feel my fingers tremble, but I didn’t loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadn’t lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasn’t here to do that, I wouldn’t go. “Ready?” His voice pulled me out of my head.I turned toward him. He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of my duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was a little messy, like he hadn’t even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. “I don’t know if ready’s the word I’d use,” I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. “I feel like I’m being pushed out of safety and right back into the middle of whatever this me
KaidenI slept at my place after the detective dropped me off. He was looking at me like he had a lot to say about what happened but I didn’t.Yes, I overreacted but I couldn’t go back there. I felt suffocated and the only thing I needed was freedom. I needed to find my answers and not let it extend to my relationship.I decided to go see Detective Bryan. The man in charge of narcotics. The one who might know what the hell was really going on. I hadn’t told Sage or the professor anything. Not yet. I couldn’t, not until I had something real. Something more than just paranoia and late-night shadows tailing me.I sat hunched over my laptop in a dingy little café two blocks from my apartment, the place reeking of burnt espresso and desperation. I typed in “Detective Bryan, Narcotics Division, city PD” and hit search. A few articles came up. He was decorated, involved in several high-profile raids. One article had a photo, square jaw, stern face, early forties. Not someone you’d expect to
SageI woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that sets your skin crawling with dread, like the air itself is holding its breath. The clock on the wall read a little past 3am and I could see the shadows stretched along the floor, motionless. I looked around and noticed with a slight disappointment that Kaiden wasn’t here. I blinked twice and turned my head toward the small couch across the room. No professor either.My heart sank.They were gone. Both of them.I have never felt so alone. I thought they would both stay with me so I won’t be scared. But I was a big boy and could handle myself.I sat up slowly, the sheets slipping off my chest as I scanned the dim room. Maybe they went for a walk. Maybe Kaiden needed air and the professor tagged along. Maybe I was being paranoid.Or maybe something was very, very wrong.I was about to slide out of bed when the doorknob turned.I froze.The door creaked open, and the harsh fluorescent light from the hallway spilled into the r