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ATLAS

I watched the sunrise, failing to see the beauty hope always spoke of. I couldn’t feel the hope nor the positivity that they said followed a brand new day.

Isn’t that what they always said to us? Go to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.

Well, I waited till morning and I still felt like shit.

Or maybe, it was because I was’t technically in a bed. I’d stayed all night in the cramped hospital chair. And it was uncomfortable as fuck. To say the least.

I wish I could say my bitter mood had to do with the fact that I lost my child.

I really wish I could say it was that. But deep down, I knew the damned pictures I saw when I went through one of those gossip pages was the real reason I was so pissed.

And yes, I’ve become obsessed with them. Checking them every second of everyday to see if they posted a new update on Jade. And they almost always have something new to report.

Jade was the dictionary definition of booked and busy. She had events to attend. Places to go and people to m