This was Atlas Hallow's first time ever fleeing in panic.
He didn't dare to admit to himself the turmoil in his heart, nor did he dare to admit he was afraid.
Three days, what if she remains the same after three days?
She said she tried hard to fall in love with him and spend her life with him, but she also said that she couldn't be blamed for not loving him.
The words "not loving" were like needles piercing his heart, impossible to extract.
He even left early morning just to avoid running into her.
He used to enjoy having breakfast with her, then driving to the office together. The commute wasn't too long nor too short, just enough for some chitchat. Everything was perfect, but now it's completely different. He always drives alone, the passenger seat beside him has been empty for over a month, and the air inside the car no longer carries her distinctive faint rose scent.
