Sixty-Six

The moment I got to the mansion and inside my room, I took my suitcase out of the closet and laid it on the floor. Then I started stuffing all my things in it, crying my eyes out as the suffocating feeling that I felt grew intense and unbearable.

It was heartbreaking to say the very least that this was how our story ended, and yet, this ending was known to me from the moment I felt my heart beat for Atlas.

Suddenly, my room door opened, and I was surprised to see Atlas walk into the room, his face calm as he stared back at me.

Neglecting to pack my suitcase, I stood from the floor and approached him, swallowing hard when our eyes locked.

After looking into my eyes, he grabbed onto my waist, pulled me against him, and tenderly caressed his fingers against my cheek.

For a moment, just for a minute, I felt a sense of calmness as I drowned in the comfort that his embrace gave me.

“You are packing? Where are you going?" Atlas whispered, gazing deep into my eyes. "Or are you just plan