This was so much more painful than the last time that they'd broken up--however, Saige knew that this wasn't a break up. Aiden wasn't hers to claim as he once had been and, however hard this was for her, she knew it was equally as hard for him. The words he spat out were nothing but venomous, though Saige tried to tell herself that he hadn't meant what he spoke but, all the same, she couldn't help but believe that these words of his--these painful, defacing depicting words--were coming from somewhere. The thought of how they had been before all of this left a bittersweet taste on Saige's tongue; it was nostalgia, she had known, that was nipping at her heels whenever she was with Aiden. All she'd wanted was happiness and, sadly enough, Saige wasn't one that could find herself being happy if she was alone. It wasn't that she wasn't independent--that was one thing she /was/--it was that she'd grown up with Aiden and that'd changed her. That'd been enough to cause her happiness to be based upon the happiness of another person and, in this case, that happiness would have been found in Aiden. They had a history, but sometimes that hadn't been as important to a person as the present; Saige was the opposite of this, always finding herself wishing she could go back to how things had been, only to know how things would be now. She was stuck in a continuous, never ending roller coaster that was Aiden Foster, one that was surely bound to halt and eject her at any given moment--more specifically, a moment that /he/ deemed fitting. That wasn't okay with Saige, she simply wouldn't allow him to shove her out of his life--or he out of hers--not this time. Not this time or ever again. Not only were his words belittling, they were also disheartening and harsh and mean. They were nothing like Aiden, at least in Saige's opinion, but she had glorified Aiden for obvious reasons; he was, and still is, the only person that Saige had spent years trying to figure out, the one person that pushed Saige away to /save/ her from whatever he believed to be wrong with him. If Saige had even the slightest idea of what he was going through the last time, before he'd ended things, Saige wouldn't have allowed him to disappear like Aiden had. She wouldn't have let him leave her so he could feel alone with this 'issue'.
This was idiocy to Saige--not only how she'd reacted, how Aiden acted, but also their fight. Almost child-like, Saige couldn't help her cry baby tears as they'd filled her eyes to the brim, lip quivering--no doubt she had felt quite cold after hearing what Aiden had to say to her, his words seemed to be a marage for how cold he must've felt, but it still didn't feel right to her. His words, too, cut her deep enough that Saige felt as if she might still have festering wounds days after this--whatever /this/ is. Surely Aiden must've known that Saige would do anything in order to make sure he was all right, even if that included losing him (though she would do everything in her power to make sure she wouldn't lose him again). Twitching fingers swept away tears from below Saige's eyes, willing them to stop but--at this point--it'd seemed to be a very hopeless demand. If Saige knew how much she'd helped him back when they'd been together, there would have been absolutely no way that she would have allowed him to leave. That, though, was then and this obviously is the present. Her heart ached for Aiden and all he'd went through, she knew just how close he had been with his mother and how defeated he must've felt to have her send him off at the drop of a hat. It'd seemed almost like an act of injustice to her. Saige knew how depression was; she'd never had it, luckily enough for her, but she did know that it must've been terrible. Of course she had read up about it a lot in the past couple of years--not because of Aiden, she hadn't known Aiden had been depressed until their first get together months before this--but because she simply didn't understand how something that was a mere illness could effect how one thought, or could alter its victim into believing no one cared for them or that they were alone. As if Aiden held out a hand and snapped his fingers at her, she'd been brought out of the trance she had been sent into by the sound of his voice. It'd sounded harsh, of course, and was surely sent to cut fresh wounds into her scarred skin and heart. "You aren't fine with it," Saige began, completely oblivious to the tears that'd, moments before, filled Aiden's eyes. "You couldn't be fine with it." Every word that fell from Saige's lips had been said as if it had been a question. She wasn't sure if she could believe that Aiden had been fine with what he was doing to himself--isolating himself from people when that was the last thing he'd needed--but she also was completely unaware of how his depression was or how it'd taken a toll on him.
With a heartbeat that had only managed to quicken at Aiden's previous words, she would have liked to say that she didn't take his words to heart but Saige very obviously did. He was right. They weren't together and Saige really had no right to express her discomfort or opinion on anything he'd done the past five years. What she had to say was, of course, seemingly irrelevant. His uncalculating tone and harsh words had been enough for Saige to turn away from him--just barely--so she wouldn't have to look at him any longer. "Don't say that," Saige whispered softly, her bottom lip trembling again before Saige had rose her voice quite a few octaves, eyes shut as she'd yelled at Aiden. "Don't fucking say that! Don't you understand that I understand pretty damn well that we weren't together. I didn't sleep with any possible person to get over you as it seems you had done with me." There was a pause and Saige let out a shaky, shallow breath. "I didn't throw you away, remember? It was you that tossed me out. I'm always going to have certain opinions for things you do, Aiden, and it isn't my fault you can't live with that." As soon as she said what she had, Saige regretted the action instantly. It was undeniably rude of her and uncalled for. Aiden had a lot going on, which she was now aware of, and was suggesting he'd treated her worse than he actually had been. Their entire relationship post-breakup, to Saige, had been almost fairytale-esque. It was too good to be true, but she didn't necessarily believe that it was bad enough to end by any means. They had a few disagreements on certain things, but they were minor and their age probably played as a main factor. Though they were young, there was no doubt in Saige's mind that they were in love. She loved him then and loves him now, even if he wouldn't necessarily believe her. As Aiden got closer to her, the female had noticed the glassy look to his eyes and that'd caused her to start blubbering. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I really didn't. I just--," she had been cut off by Aiden's action of pulling her closer to him, causing her to simply stare at him in mindless confusion. Aiden's next action had taken Saige by complete surprise and the female couldn't help but react by planting both hands upon his chest and barely shoved Aiden away from her moments after the kiss had begun. It wasn't a bad kiss, of course, but had merely taken her by surprise. In her haste, she hadn't realized that she had kissed him back but it had seemed too fast, fast enough that Saige's brain wasn't fully caught up with the situation. "What was that?" The brunette asked, almost inaudible, before letting her gaze meet Aiden's once more and, without realizing it, she'd stepped closer to him- challenging him--almost close enough that their bodies had touched. She didn't care about what they'd been fighting about because suddenly all she could think about was Aiden. Aiden, Aiden, Aiden, Aiden. Without hesitation, Saige had lifted her hands to rest just beneath his jaw before she had pulled Aiden's face down to her level, her lips pressing to his once more. Without realizing it, her hands had led down to the hem of his shirt and the brunette mindlessly tugged at it. "Please," she had mumbled against his lips, pulling away for a moment. "please take this off?" It was a question, of course, but Saige believed it to be a nuisance in this moment more than anything else and wanted to be closer to Aiden.
