Atlas Black

Chapter 16

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

𝟐 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎

Sitting down in my bed, the laptop overheating in my lap, I stuff chips into my mouth whilst chuckling at my laptop screen.

I've been sat here for the past 3 hours, non-stop chatting to Atlas as we e-mail back and forth continuously. Talking to him gives me a sense of alluring calmness and happiness inside me. The feelings are unexplainable.

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To: lilianamorozova@hotmail.com
From: atlas.black@yahoo.com

Tell me something in Russian.
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To: atlasblack@yahoo.com
From: lilianamorozova@hotmail.com

Ty moy dom

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To: lilianamorozova@gmail.com
From: atlasblack@yahoo.com

What does that mean?
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To: atlasblack@yahoo.com
From: lilianamorozova@hotmail.com

You are my home.

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To: lilianamorozova@gmail.com
From: atlasblack@yahoo.com

jij bent mijn thuis en jij bent mijn hart
It means the same in Dutch.

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To: atlasblack@yahoo.com
From: lilianamorozova@hotmail.com

You speak Dutch too huh?

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To: lilianamorozova@gmail.com
From: atlasblack@yahoo.com

Half Dutch. From mum's side.

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He always seems to be full of surprises. Typing into the Google translate I copy the Dutch to translate to English and he was correct. But something stops me when I read:

'You are my home and my heart'

My heart. My chest and my stomach starts to flutter, doing acrobatics and somersaults making me nauseated in a good way. What if he feels the same way I do him?

I don't know what to reply to that because my mind lays completely blank. I love this guy more and more. When I didn't think i'd fall deeper. I do.

Shutting the laptop, I make my way out the bedroom and down the hallway stopping at the balcony railings and the stairs when I hear my mom's wails from below. What the?-

My little legs scurry as fast as possible down the stairs, heart beating incredulously fast as she lays on the ground in front of the fireplace with her head buried on her knees on the floor. My heart stops. The phone lays blank and unresponsive.