James POV
I knocked on Atlas's door. I didn't hear the heavy footsteps like I usually would. I mean his car sat out here. The bright yellow Jeep. That he praised because it was the only thing him and his father bonded over. He was so happy when he told me the story. He looked so cheery and god did I adore his smile. I knocked again and there was no answer. Before I turned around the door opened.
"Why are you here?"
He stared me down. His eyes bloodshot red and his hair needed a cut. He looked broken and tired liked he stayed up all day.
"I'm here because I'm worried about you. I haven't heard anything from you."
I whispered. We always whispered even if it was a loud place. We watched each other's lips dance. But we would understand every word that came out.
"You should go."
"Why? Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine."
I pushed the door open and wrapped my arms around his body. He was cold. Super cold. He relaxed in my grip when he felt the warmth. I could tell he was going to burst. I hated to see him cry. Because I felt like I did something wrong. Like I let him down and I would never. We shuffled to the couch. I still held him in my arms. While he cried slightly into my chest. He gripped on the material of my shirt. I wish I knew what happened. So I could talk but I was speechless. This wasn't just from the crying but knowing my muse was hurt made me want to keep him in my arms more.
