“Please fucking tell me the engagement is a hoax, that it’s not true. That this is what your parents wanted for you. Tell me the truth, and I swear I’ll shred the world in half to save you from it, to protect you.” I keep going. “Tell me the you that clings to my hoodie when she sleeps is the real you. Tell me I got the real Sage.” Hoping this will be the straw to break her from her trance, I step forward, placing my hands on either side of her head. “Just tell me it’s a lie, baby,” I whisper.
