98: A Promise of Peace

The plan was very clear. I will be giving the tape on the night of Sage’s birthday celebration. I didn't have the money to buy an expensive gift so when Rose gave me the idea I did. She helped me in it, and I paid for the burning of the tape. The idea of ​​giving it to him was so fulfilling, I still worry.

They say, a hard -earned gift is worth more. I held onto that belief, so I was complacent that Sage would like that. I was so ready that night. I rehearsed how I will greet him, how I will greet his family. The idea made me nervous, and at the same time, it felt surreal.

"How ... how did you get it?" my voice was so weak that I could hardly hear it.

He licked his lower lip. Slowly, he closed the distance. He stood in front of me and took the tape. He stared at it and gently traced his fingers to the initials I had written. And the way he held it with so much care, the way he looked at it with those dark eyes, it