MADELINE'S POV
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Heart thumping like an axe hitting stone, over and over, slower and slower. It feels like the world slows as I stare up at the familiar face, a face I grew up with, watching as he got older, but this isn't Aaron. "You know him?" My voice is a mere whisper, but Atlas nods, not daring to break the gaze between him and Colton. Colton on the other hand doesn't seem to care much, and his gaze flicks to me once more, eyes hardening, "Well, hello there-- again." His eyebrows raise, and he does the unexpected and reaches his hand out, bending his knees to offer it to me.
Atlas doesn't hold me tighter, he doesn't move at all, and I start to wonder if he stopped breathing all together. It's only his pulse throbbing in his neck that tells me otherwise. My hand barely moves befor
