"When should we expect to see you again, Mr At—"
He entered the car, and slammed the door shut.
"Drive!" He ordered, ignoring the older man.
John shook his head as he watched the car drive away.
"He'll never fully heal, will he?" He whispered, as he returned to guarding the building.
Atlas closed his eyes to ward off every thought.
He didn't want to think, but simply wanted to be.
To just exist as a vessel without any thoughts or feelings. It was better than living with this ache that never fully went away.
Yes it was heightened at this time every year, but it didn't just disappear in other seasons.
It lingered, only duller than now.
He opened his eyes when he noticed the car had stopped, and entered into the rain again.
"Sir At–"
He ignored Zack who had brought an umbrella out to usher him in, and walked into the house straight away, with water dripping out of his soaked body.
