I roll myself out of bed, my body instantly screaming in pain. It isn’t the type of pain that makes life hard to live; it’s much more subtle than that. It’s the type of pain that stems from soreness. I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore before, and that even counts when I started to train for the first time.
I look over at Atlas, loving how he looks when he’s asleep. His face is calm, and he looks peaceful. If you didn’t know him, seeing him like this would make you think that he has no cares in the world.
I look around and pick up my clothes from the night before. I don’t have any clothes with me, so I guess I will have to put these on again. “Check the closet.” My body stills, and my heart practically beats out of my chest. I turn to the bed, but Atlas still has his eyes closed. He
