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sinc e  he  picked   me  up  last  ni ght ,  I  feel   like  talking   about  it.  My  hea d

                is   resting    agains t   hi s   sho ulder   and    my   ha nd s   are   in   my   lap.   I’m
                fid get ing  with  the  drawstring  on  the  pant s tha t are  way too big for me.
                    “Atlas?”  I  say,  my  voice  barel y  a  whi sper.  “I’m  sorr y  I  got  so  ang ry  at
                you  tha t  ni ght   at  the   res taurant .  You  were   right .  Deep   down     I  knew
                you  were  right ,  but  I  didn’t  want   to  bel iev e  it.”  I  lift  my  hea d  and   look
                at hi m, cracking  a pitiful smile. “You can  say, ‘I told  you so’ no w.”

                    His   ey ebrows    draw    toget her,   like   my   words    someho w      hu rt   hi m.
                “Lily,  this  is  no t  somet hi ng   I  want ed   to  be  right   about.  I  prayed   ev er y
                day tha t I was wrong  about hi m.”
                    I   winc e.    I   sho uldn’t   ha ve   said   tha t   to   hi m.   I   kno w   bet ter   tha n   to
                thi nk  Atlas would ev er  thi nk  somet hi ng  like  I told  you so.
                    He  squeez es   my  sho ulder  and   lea ns   for ward,  kissing   the  top  of  my
                hea d.  I  close  my  ey es   as  I  soak  up  the  familiarity  of  hi m.  His  smel l,  hi s

                touch,    hi s   comfort.   I’ve   nev er   und ers tood   ho w   someo ne     can   be   so
                rock  solid,  yet   comforting .  But  tha t’s  always  ho w  I’ve  view ed   hi m.  Like
                he   could  withs tand   any thi ng ,  but  someho w  still  feel s  the     wei ght   tha t
                ev er yone  el se  carri es .
                    I  don’t  like  tha t  I  was  nev er   fully  able  to  let   go  of  hi m,  no   matter
                ho w  ha rd  I  tried.  I  thi nk   about  the  fig ht   with  R yle  over  Atlas’s  pho ne

                nu mber. The  fig ht  about the  magnet , the  article,  the  thi ng s he  rea d in
                my  journa l,  the  tattoo.  None  of  tha t  would  ha ve  ha ppened   if  I  would
                ha ve  just let  go of Atlas and  thrown  it all away. R yle  wouldn’t ha ve  ha d
                any thi ng  to be  so upset  with  me  about.
                    I  pull  my  ha nd s  up  to  my  face  after  tha t  tho ught ,  upset   tha t  there’ s
                a part of me  trying  to blame  R yle’s rea ction  on  my lack of closure  with
                Atlas.

                    The re’s no excuse. No ne.
                    Thi s   is   just   ano ther   wave   I’m   bei ng    forced    to   ride   on.    A   wave   of
                complet e  and  utter  conf usion.
                    Atlas can  feel  the  cha ng e  in  my composure.  “You okay?”
                    I’m no t.
                    I’m  no t  okay,  bec ause  unt il  this  moment ,  I  ha d  no   idea   ho w  hu rt  I

                still  am  tha t  he  nev er  came  back  for  me.   If  he’d   ha ve  just  come  back
                for   me   like   he   promised ,   I   would   ha ve   nev er   ev en   met    R yle.    And    I
                would ha ve  nev er  been  in thi s situation.
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