KaidenSilence.The room was so quiet I could hear the sound of the refrigerator in the kitchen. The vehicles passing outside, I could hear them too. It was that quiet in the room.Sage stood frozen, staring at me like I had just told him I murdered his dog. His lips thinned with every passing second, his hands trembling at his sides. I was sure he hadnât even heard the words Iâd said, or if he had, they were ricocheting in his mind. He was probably trying to decipher what I had said because I could see the fury building in his eyes.I shifted awkwardly, opening my mouth to say something, anything that might help me plead my case because it took me half a second after I said that to realize that I made a huge mistake but before I could get a word out, he moved.His hands grabbed the base beside him and he threw it.The vase flew past my head, shattering against the wall behind me.âYou bastard!â he yelled, his voice cracking with rage.I flinched, more from the sheer force of his ton
KaidenThe tension between Sage and me was as deadly as sin when I picked him up from his house. He sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed and staring out the window, his lips set in a firm line. He hadnât spoken a word to me because of yesterdayâs argument. I wasnât going to push him, though. I had said my piece, and whether or not he wanted to talk to me was his choice.But one thing was clear, I was not dropping out of school not even if he begged. I was going to attend every single class with him and see for myself if my suspicions about Professor Rivers held any merit.He would thank me later when he sees that I was doing all of this just for him. When we arrived at the campus and slipped into class, Professor Rivers was already mid-lecture. His voice was smooth and commanding, the kind that could hold an entire room in rapt attention. Despite myself, I couldnât help but grudgingly admit he was good at what he did. The students hung on to his every word like he was the second
KaidenWe knocked on his office door, âCome in,â he said curtly, He didnât offer us seats or even tried to make us comfortable so we just stood there. His eyes flickered to the both of us and his expression remained stoic.It was beginning to scare me how professional he was. I was expecting him to start scolding us the moment we stepped inside the room but he said nothing and just waited.When he was sure he had made us very uncomfortable, he started.âI donât appreciate disruptions in my class,â he began, his voice calm but firm. âEspecially not... performativedisruptions.âI opened my mouth to defend myself, but he held up a hand to stop me.âThis isnât about you, Kaiden. This is about Sage, whom I recognize as my student.âSage straightened, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. âIâm sorry, Professor. It wonât happen again.âThe professor sighed, leaning back in his chair. âSage, youâre one of the best students. You have potential, real potential. But distractions like thi
SageI have ever been more unsure of myself as I felt right now in this car. Sure, he picked me up and drove me normally but he has not spoken to me.Not even the usual smile that he normally gives me whenever he sees me. It was like I was dealing with the stoic version of my boss. While I brought it on myself, I thought we would be able to resolve it before we got to the company.If I had known it would be like this, I would have created an ultimatum for Kaiden not to attend the classes. He had caused trouble for me and now, I am left to pick up the pieces.It was unfair and frankly, annoying for me right now. Thank goodness for the music in the car because it saved me a lot.When we got to the company, he still had not spoken to me. He was on a call and I followed a few steps behind, clutching my notepad like a lifeline, my cheeks still burning from the embarrassment of earlier.Itâs like he didnât want to hear me out.I wanted to explain myself, to assure him that the incident in c
SageWhen the supposed clients arrived, I was more than surprised to see none other than the minister of foreign affairs walking into the office. He moved with the kind of effortless confidence that only someone in his position could pull off, shaking hands firmly with Professor Rivers.His entourage hung back in the reception while we moved to the meeting to the conference room. I was surprised why we didnât use his office.âJulian, itâs been far too long,â the minister greeted.Wait, Julian? The professorâs middle name was Julian? I didn't even know that.âToo long, indeed,â Rivers replied, a rare smile lighting up his face. âIâm glad we could finally meet. Letâs get down to business, shall we?âI remained at the edge of the room, my notepad ready to capture details. It was strange to see the Professor so relaxed and casual, as though he and the minister were old friends catching up over coffee. My pen moved across the page as they started discussing the project, a building the mini
SageI knew I had impressed the Minister of foreign affairs when he praised me openly in front of the professor. I didnât think he would invite me, little ole me.I still couldnât believe it when the professor handed me the ministerâs invitation. It wasnât just a formal gesture, it had my name on it. A part of me felt thrilled that I had made such a strong impression during the meeting last week, but another part couldnât ignore the uneasy silence between me and Professor Rivers since then.Kaiden hadnât been around much to pester me about it, though. Heâd been consumed with shoots, leaving early and coming back late, his texts short and infrequent. I would have invited him too since he would have liked to meet the minister but he would have been jealous that the professor invited me. It had been a week since weâd really talked, and while I told myself I didnât mind, the truth was I did. But I was still mad at him, so his absence gave me room to breathe, and to think about other thin
SageI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my black dress shirt for the third time. The sleeves were rolled neatly to my elbows, and the fabric clung just enough to show Iâd put some effort into my appearance. My matching black pants were pressed. The jacket hung limply on the chair beside me, taunting me with indecision. Did I look too casual without it? Too formal with it?Before I could decide, the sound of a car horn outside jolted me into action. I grabbed my keys and phone, leaving the jacket behind.When I stepped out of the building, the professor was already out of the car, leaning casually against the passenger door as though he hadnât a care in the world. He looked so good, his usual tailored suit replaced by a midnight blue blazer over a crisp white shirt.âYou look nice,â he said, holding the door open for me.Heat crawled up my neck, and I muttered a quick, âThanks,â before sliding into the car.As he rounded the hood and got back in, I stared straight ahead, trying
SageHe blinked at me, and for a moment, I thought Iâd imagined the whole thing, that I hadnât just blurted out an impulsive invitation like an idiot. My stomach sank as the silence stretched. I opened my mouth to backtrack, to wave it off as a joke, but before I could, he said,âYou donât strike me as the type to drink alone,â a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.I swallowed hard, my face heating. âIâm not,â I said quickly. âI just thought... you might want toâŠâHe cut me off with a raised hand. âRelax, Sage. Iâd like that. Okay.âI froze. âOkay?âHe nodded, his expression unreadable. âYeah, lead the way.âI swallowed hard, trying to process the fact that heâd actually agreed. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked to the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was following. My mind raced with a thousand questions. What does this mean? Did he really want to come in, or is he just being polite?God! Between the professor and his mixed signals, I would h
KaidenI watched Sageâs 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 didnât match anything weâd been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldnât 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 werenât still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether weâd ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldnât. 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 havenât 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 didnât come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didnât want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didnât want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldnât 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 heâd really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldnât help myself. âSo,â I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, âyou never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.â His steps didnât falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. âI told you. I needed to clear my head.â âYeah, but that could mean anything,â I pressed. âYou just
SageI stood just outside the hospitalâs 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 didnât loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadnât lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasnât here to do that, I wouldnât go. âReady?â 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 hadnât even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. âI donât know if readyâs the word Iâd use,â I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. âI feel like Iâm 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 didnât.Yes, I overreacted but I couldnât 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 hadnât told Sage or the professor anything. Not yet. I couldnât, 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 cafĂ© two blocks from my apartment, the place reeking of burnt espresso and desperation. I typed in âDetective Bryan, Narcotics Division, city PDâ 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 youâd 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 wasnât 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 wonât 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
KaidenI left the hospital with a gnawing unease in my gut. I hadnât told Sage or the Professor the full truth, that I needed to test Raines myself, to see if he was really on our side or if he was playing us. If I had voiced my suspicions, the professor would have warned me against it, and Sage⊠well, Sage would have insisted on coming with me, injuries be damned. But this was something I had to do alone. I couldnât pretend for the life of me. If the detective wasnât on our side then I needed to know now, to save myself the trouble of finding out later.I know that the professor was just trying to be cautious but the detective was kind of my friend so I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.I stared at my phone for a long moment before making the call, my thumb hovering over his contact. This was a gamble, if he was dirty, I might be tipping my hand. But if he was clean... I needed to know. Taking a steadying breath, I hit dial. He answered on the third ring. "Kaiden?"
KaidenThe note terrified me, I wouldnât lie. I kept the smile on my face for the nurseâs benefits. I didnât want them to be asking if I was okay and interrupting my peace.Those words, scrawled in jagged letters sent a chill down my spine that lingered long after I first read them. I had spent the night restless, checking the locks on the doors twice, then three times, before finally settling into a chair beside Sageâs hospital bed. He was still unconscious, his face bruised, his breathing steady but shallow. Whoever had done this to him had a message, and now it seemed that message was meant for me. I had no idea how to protect him or even protect myself. It felt like everything we did was a waste of time and we were heading nowhere.I didnât bother sleeping again because I was so anxious. I was tempted to call the professor and explain to him but I knew he would drive down here the second I call him.By morning, Sage was stable, still asleep but no longer in danger. I made sure
Kaiden I stood next to the professor, watching the detectiveâs face shift between concern and indifference as he closed his notebook with a heavy sigh. âWeâll look into it,â the detective said. âBut if youâre asking me for guaranteesââ âIâm not,â I cut in, trying to keep my voice steady. âJust⊠do your job.â He gave me a nod that felt more like a dismissal. And then he walked off, disappearing into the murmuring noise of the precinct. When I called detective Raines, he said he had been assigned to a case and directed us to his partner in the precinct. We had to go there but it didnât seem like it was working out for us. The professor hadnât spoken since the detective left us. His arms were crossed tightly, jaw locked, his usual calm gone. He looked like a man barely holding himself together, and that scared me more than anything. He usually had answers. He always had a plan. But now? His phone rang. He glanced down, muttered something under his breath, and answered. âHello?â
SageI should have listened to the way the wind shifted. They say when your instincts are telling you something then itâs the truth.It was barely past six when I stepped out of the lecture hall, my bag slung over my shoulder, the sky overhead bleeding into a deep shade of lavender. The university courtyard had mostly cleared, and the usual evening buzz was thinning out as students filtered off to their lives. Iâd stayed back for office hours, lingering too long over an unfinished paper, too caught up in making it perfect to even consider that other things could be waiting for me.Maybe thatâs why I didnât notice them at first. Maybe my mind was too full of shadows.My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didnât reach for it. The wind carried a chill I couldnât place, the kind that crawled along the back of your neck and whispered youâre not alone.I turned down the path toward the side parking lot, my sneakers crunching over the scattered leaves. It wasnât until I passed the libraryâs da