Esme.
" I, Esme ..." I didn't get to finish. Atlas, for the first time since he entered the room spoke, his eyes glazed with fury, but also helplessness.
" Stop, Esme!" He snapped, his hands balled into fists on his side.
" You think we want to do this?" He questioned, frustration and bitterness contouring his sinfully handsome face, and for a moment, I fell into a daze as I stared at him.
" The rejection part will come." He expressed, sheer fatigue rolling with his tongue. He looked utterly defeated, like whatever was happening was beyond his control, and to say my heart was breaking? That was an understatement. It was frozen in space, too broken to feel.
Yes, I had speculated the possibility of a rejection. When they failed to mark me, I had labelled it as their unwillingness to
