~~~~~~~~~Sage's POV~~~~~~~~~

His eyes widened in worry at the sight of me, a few sobs escaping my lips.

He quickly stood up, walking over. "H-hey, what's wrong...?"

I don't know what came over me, but I found myself wrapping my arms around him, letting myself fall into his arms, burying my face into his chest as more sobs escaped me.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

He gently wrapped his arms around me, petting my hair for comfort. "Hey... it's okay... you're okay..."

We stayed like this for a few minutes. He was always so comforting...

But I didn't deserve this... I didn't deserve his care...

I was sent to kill him, after everything he's already been through...

I pulled away from his embrace, wiping away my tears before looking up at him. He was looking down with worry filling his eyes. "What are you sorry for...?"

I stayed silent. I couldn't tell him about our mission, he would hate me forever...

I took a deep breath. "I found this picture of you and Iv, with this boy that I used to date... I got curious, but I felt like if I asked you, it would just bother you since it was none of my business... s-so I peeked into your head and saw some of your old memories and-... I'm so sorry... for everything..."

It technically wasn't a lie, I did date Ryan for about a year...

Biggest regret of my entire life...

He stared at me, unsure of how to answer. He then looked at the ground. "Did he have red hair...? Green eyes...?"

I nodded, not wanting to say anything that might make matters worse.

He let out a sigh, pulling away before sitting on the edge of his bed, patting the area beside him. I walked over, sitting down. "How much did you see...?"

I thought for a moment, debating on what to say. "Enough to know you were really close when little..."

"Heh, yeah... he was like an older brother to me... someone I used to look up to..." he said, a sad smile on his face.

"He used to live nearby, but his father was barely home so he would spend almost everyday with us... My parents always took care of him as if he were their own, and I always loved him as a brother..."

He bangs covered his face as he spoke. I could only sit there and listen, my heart starting to ache for him.

"... my parents were both policemen, always on justice's side... They found out Ryan's father had murdered a few people in a bar, and were able to arrest him quickly enough... Needless to say, Ryan was not happy about it... He got angry at my parents, saying that it was their fault he was in jail, and that if they really loved Ryan, they would let his father free... They said they couldn't, and a few weeks later, he was killed in prison..."

I noticed his hands starting to tremble. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, and I gently placed a hand over his. He tensed a bit, soon relaxing.

"... I-I was only ten... I was in the living room with Iv when my parents gave me Alyse, who was only four months old at the time... They told me to protect them, and stay inside, n-no matter what happened..."

Slowly, his voice began breaking more and more. "Hours had passed and they still hadn't returned... I-I went outside for some fresh air when-..."

"When you saw your parents..." I said when he stayed silent, remembering what I saw. He nodded, and I could see the tears streaming down his face.

"H-he kept blaming my family for his dad's death, wanting us all dead..." He lifted his shirt halfway, allowing me to see half of a scar on his stomach. "And gave me this in attempt..."

I slightly bit my lip, remembering how he got it.

He let his shirt back down. "After he left, he still kept trying to get rid of us. He couldn't get close to the house, but whenever we left we were vulnerable to everything..."

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

"It's okay... It's been hard, but we've made it work, surprisingly..." He gave his usual smile.

I reached over, gently wiping his tears away with my thumb, seeing him grow a bit pink, but he didn't flinch away or complain.

Instead, he gently leaned into my hand, making my face heat up. He closed his eyes, a small yet genuine smile growing on his face.

I felt my heart skip a bit as I felt my other hand gently touch his, but neither of us pulled away. He looked at me, his bright blue eyes starring into mine.

It wasn't until our noses softly brushed against each other that we realized we were leaning closer. We stayed silent for a few seconds, just looking at one another.

"S-Sage...?" He let out, almost a whisper. "I-if.. I did something k-kind of crazy... w-would you hate me...?"

I felt my lips curl into a small smile. "I-I don't think I could ever hate you..."

He turned darker, and it was at this moment that I closed my eyes, expecting what could happen.

And it wasn't long until I felt his lips pressed against mine...

I grew ten times redder than I already was, but I didn't pull away.

I didn't want to.

It was only meant to be one kiss, but I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. He was surprised for a moment, but continued to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I know I don't deserve him, nor will I ever...

But I couldn't stop myself... I felt... happy...

I wish this moment could last forever...

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