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Trigger Warnings: Eating Disorders, Sexual Assault, Mental Illness, Depression, Self-Harm, B...
"And for a year now, I had not seen him. Until..." I dazed off and Atlas noticed so he placed his hand on my knee.
"Serena.... it sounds like loved him a lot. Maybe things aren't completely over, ya know?" Atlas posed, making me look at him in surprise.
"What?"
"I mean, if you are right and he didn't know about your family stuff then maybe things aren't completely over." he reiterated himself, standing up and walking towards his kitchen. I sat there frozen for a while blinking numerous times.
"No!" I blurted out, standing up and following behind him. I swiftly found the kitchen where he was grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. My time with Atlas was not supposed to be a story time, it was supposed to be a hookup. However, it is slowly turning into a therapy session that I didn't sign up for.
He wasn't smirking at me like usual. Atlas looked a bit frustrated, but I don't know if that frustration was targeted at me.
"Look... Serena. I am going to be honest with you, I invited you here to sleep with you." he told me the truth while combing his fingers through his hair in a swift motion. "That wasn't my original intention when I came to Louisiana, I genuinely wanted to check in on you when I heard about Evita. But when I came here, I thought you were available-"
"I am available!" I protested, interrupting him, my features becoming taut.
"Not emotionally though..."
I couldn't argue there even though I really wanted to. I don't know what I was feeling. I don't think I am still in love with Beau, but I definitely wasn't over him if that makes any sense at all.
"I think it's best if you go and if we spend time together around the company of others." he suggested and honestly, he was right. It was not the best idea to be around Atlas alone. So after I bid him goodbye, I went home.
It was better that way. After all.... I definitely was not completely healed from Evita's death and it didn't make much sense for me to pretend that I was doing better.
Despite my feelings for Beau, Atlas or whomever, after my biological mother's death, I should not have been left responsible of my own emotions. Although that is embarrassing to admit aloud, I will continue to be honest if not with others, at least with myself.
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When I arrived home, I immediately took a deep breath out. I was surprised to see a living room full of strangers. I was not intimidated because Perris was somewhere behind me, but I was still confused to say the least.
So I stopped at the frame of my living room, watching a group of teenage boys eat my snacks and rest on my couch. I was frozen and my mouth parted as I was about to say something, but then I closed it and took another deep breath.
