One week later.

Atlas’ hand lingered in my wet hair, loosening knots as I soaked in the bathtub.

“Do you like the scent?” he asked, but I didn’t respond.

I stopped responding for the past few days. The storm outside didn’t faze me, it had been going on for a week, and Atlas? He stayed by my side.

I thought my silence would frustrate him to leave, he deserved more than chasing after someone like… me.

Tears stung my eyes and I held back a sob, no matter how many sweet ...