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(this is 17 days after Atlantic's birthday) "So, you think you're ready?" Ms Mayten asked.
I nodded, but then I remembered that she prefers words. "Yes, I think I am," I say. I'm nervous.
Today is 1 year after I faked my death. Or at least to Winter.
I don't know anything about her now. I just hope that the thought of me dead, didn't hurt her too much.
I've been in this institution since I decided that I can't hurt Winter with any price. Since I've decided to become a better man and person for her. And if she's already over me, then I won't be staying in her way to happiness. I'll be just a better version of myself.
But I really hope that, when she will find happiness, I'll be there at the end.
"Okay, then. Shall we go?" Ms Mayten asked.
She was probably the only friend I've ever had. Sure I did have mates to hang out with, but she was there to help me become the best version of myself and to keep me going and fighting because, in the end, it would be worth it.
Ms Mayten is still in her 20s. I call her by her last name because of the professional relationship we had, even though she told me I can call her by her first name, which is Evelyn, I got used to calling her Ms Mayten. She had been married for 2 years but then her wife couldn't accept that she spent more time with her patients than her, so they divorced. We kinda did a therapy on each other.
Today is 17 days past my birthday. Which means today is Winter's birthday. I begged Ms Mayten to drive me there. Coincidence or not, today is also the day I'm officially a man who can control his anger. This makes me so fucking proud.
Since this is the exact same day I'm free to go, I should've called someone to pick me up, but it would've taken too long for them to come here, a 4 hour drive, and another 4 hours back. Which means I would be late.
Maybe I actually should start calling her Evelyn now that everything is a new beginning.
I fakely cough to get her attention. "I'm Atlantic." I said.
She looks at me like she's wondering if she did the right decision by declaring me a mentally stable man. "I know that, Atlantida," she always had found my name a source of making fun of me.
"Also can you open the storage box for me, please?" she asks.
I do as she says and one moment latter everything falls out of it.
By everything I mean sweets.
I give her a look that says really? to which she just shrugs her shoulders.
