James POV
I woke up early today. It was sunny and as beautiful as it always was. It's been a couple weeks since I seen Atlas. He decided he would see his mom. It he didn't tell me when he was coming back. He wouldn't answer my calls or text which made me worry. But he did say he was fine in the first text but that was a whole 3 weeks ago. I sat staring at my window. The natural light laying sun rays on my skin. Today would be a lot better if I could talk to Atlas and to know that he is ok. I wanted to hold him and hold hands like we usually do. I mean to me it felt special like we were something. To him I never could tell. His smile showed sadness but I always made sure not to think much of it. Every night though he would say thank you. I don't really understand why he does it. But sure does make me happy. The sun started to set. I sent a text to Atlas one last time. This I wouldn't wait like the other times. I needed to stop worrying because he's with his mom. Probably having a great time. And I don't want to disturb that. Ever.
