1| First Chapter
She doesn't deserve me and I don't deserve her either. Joanne Blake's laughed at her own thoughts but the sound of her laughter does not scream any joy in it. It's not the sound of happiness or tenderness.
She let go a loud sigh and put the hurt feelings aside because Joanne knows it will only ruin her if she let it into herself more, consuming her.
The overflowing emotion she's feeling, she wanted to bury it deep down in a prison of her heart or in her graveyard of her body and let the spine of happiness travel to her bones. Fly away, go away.
She's happy, Joanne needs to be because this is what she likes. That is what she wants.
That finally... she's free again.
The liberating feeling is back the moment her mind backs off and leave and finally decides to stop coming back to the way it was before, like knocking on a door which is always open for her that Joanne almost memorizes every detail of the certain aesthetics wood that Sage itself designed.
The mark or woods, the colors.
Joanne knows the moment she comes back to Sage, Sage will welcome her with warm hugs and sweet kisses despite the fact that Joanne is the wrong one in the story.
She's the trouble people always wanted to stay away from.
She is the one that always made mistakes and it was always like that, over and over again. Then there is Sage.. always the kind and the good one.
It is suffocating yet it was blissful at the same time for Joanne.
Sage is a wonderful human being that existed in Joanne's life and Joanne will never say something so wrong and bad against the loving Girl because first of all Joanne Blake felt the love of Sage all over her, from her body to her whole being. It was there, the feeling of being loved and it is still there up to now lingering in Joanne's veins and making circular motions to her stomach and double the beat of her heart.
Maybe it will never fade away because Sage leaves a mark that Joanne could never forget and forgotten but, she thinks staying more with Sage will never be the best choice for Joanne herself. It will be bad. It is bad.
It won't be and Joanne Blake is sure about that.