MADELINE'S POV
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Cold, heartless and an ass for sure. Atlas truly can't care for much if he can speak to me like that. He probably has a heart made of ice itself. I couldn't find sleep again, I tried to will it, I tried to dive into the depths of the darkness and pray for it to swallow me, but the darkness revolted against me, pushing me further into a conscious state that I didn't want to be in, not today, but alas, I still have to get through life, and Atlas made it very clear that I was not to sulk, not today, not ever.
He'd probably pull me off the bed and drag me through the mansion to the roof if I tried to ignore his commands. Somedays I swore he cared, I swear I could see true devotion in him, one that made me feel guilty, but then days like these come along, and one mention of
