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As her hair blew in the wind, she stared down upon him. At this distance, he looked like a figurine posing in his nonchalant posture she came to love. It was too late though for love, too late for anything. What's done is done and she is dead. He saved himself and her, but couldn't save the other. Her skirt was ruffled slightly at the wind's grace while she turned and walked off towards the setting sun while her tears threatened to penatrate her barrier.

He watched her go off as he stayed standing near the grave. He knew he did what was right by saving her and not the other, but still. The reacurring thought haunted him. What if niether of them made it? What would he do then. He watched her go as if she were a memory beginning to fade and turned towards home, wherever that might be. He paused for the slightest moment, then left, leaving behind all his memories, thoughts, and the grave of his mother bearing only a single white rose.

Sage

As he walked down the deserted dirt road with his blue jeans covered in dust and his t-shirt ruffling slightly in the breeze, Sage felt a mixture of emotions. He was a sixteen year old boy who was searching for the truth about his father's and his own past. He was determined to find this man who could tell him everything, anxious because of what might happen, worried because his father's killer has his mother and girlfriend, and furious that all of this was kept a secret from him.

While lost in thought he started to run and didn't notice the sleek, black Lincoln in the distance until it was right up next to him. As he slowed to a stop, the windows slowly rolled down. Behind them, was just the man Sage wanted to see. As his hand slowly rose to his back pocket where he kept his gun, the man said something Sage would never have expected. "There's no need for that now, is there Mr. Mathews. Now let me ask you something. Do you need a ride?" As these last words slithered out of his mouth, a malicious smiled crawled onto his face.