Life is like a snowflake, beautiful yet delicate. The elements are able to make or break it. Life throws trials at everyone and challenges your will to live. The cold brisk wind blew through atlas's fur and he sat in the cold stiff snow. The tail lights of his owners car faded out in the distance as he waited.They had told him to wait and be a good boy, yet something told him he would never see them again. Something deep down screamed at him to chase after the car and ask why they left him. Yet he sat and waited like the loyal dog he was. He sat through the piercing cold and through the blinding white snow waiting.
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