Book 3- Chapter 2
The words of questioning circled around my mouth again and again, but in the end, I swallowed them back.
I didn't dare... I had become timid I was afraid to ask and get an answer I didn't want to know. I was afraid of that result.
Seeming to notice my unusual behavior, Ryker worriedly rubbed my hair: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital?"
After a long silence, I gently shook my head.
"Take me to see Sage."
Right now, I just wanted to see my best friend Sage Nightingale immediately. Only by her side could I breathe.
Sage was my childhood friend who had grown up with me. She had witnessed everything between Ryker and me, and even moved to this city specifically for me.
Every time I had a fight with Ryker, I would run to Sage's house.
Sage would accompany me to drink, binge-watch TV shows, watch movies, and comfort me in countless late nights.
"Lark, at times like this, I feel that my decision to settle here for you was really the right one. If you had no one to rely on when you were sad, I would even hate myself."
Sage was not just my friend, my bestie, my childhood playmate, she was also my only family here.
So at this moment, apart from Sage, I had no one else to turn to for help.
Although Ryker had some doubts, he still obediently drove me to the café.
"Have a good chat with Sage. Should I come pick you up later?"
I shook my head frantically: "No need, I'm staying at Sage's place tonight."
After saying this, I jumped out of the car and rushed into the café without looking back!
From a distance, I saw Sage sitting in a corner.
My tears could no longer be held back, flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably, my voice choked with sobs.
"Sage, Sage!"
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