ATLAS' POV
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Her fingers are soft as they brush through my hair, but with my hand on her leg, I can tell that she's stiff as a statue, muscles taunt by my unexpected break, but I couldn't keep it in-- I couldn't watch her fight for someone who took everything from me, and even behind bars-- my parents insist on helping him.
"Who?" Her voice is soft, almost broken. There's not one hint of rage in her tone, not a revolting aura radiating off her. My chest shudders as I inhale a deep breath. You are pathetic, Atlas. "Everyone," The word slips from my tongue like sliding on ice. Unstoppable.
"Look at me," Her words are a soft caress to my heart. She's speaking so gently that it makes it obvious that she cares about me. Lifting my chin, I stare up at her. Her hair flows around her face, h
