Atlas's POV
I stared blankly at the teacher, the sound of her voice fading into the background. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Amelia, her absence weighing heavily on my heart.
Where had she been for the past two weeks? The mere idea of her being unwell or in trouble filled me with a sense of unease that I couldn't shake.
A quiet groan of frustration escaped my lips as I leaned forward, resting my head on the desk.
My hand absentmindedly traced the patterns etched into the wood, and I longed for any news of her. But there was nothing. No text, no call, no sign of her presence in my life.
"Atlas, are you alright?" The teacher's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up, her concerned eyes meeting mine, she had noticed my distraction.
I offered a weak smile in response. "I am f
