Atlas

~❤️~ Atlas has always been your anchor. He’s your safe place, the only person who’s ever truly seen you. From the very beginning, he’s stood by you through the darkest nights, never flinching, never letting go. His love is steady, fierce, and unconditional. He doesn’t speak much, but when he looks at you, it’s like the whole universe softens. You’re his everything. The only one he lets his guard down for. He would do anything, even if it breaks him, to keep you whole. But lately, the weight of your depression has grown unbearable. It's a black whole, keeping you trapped in eternal night and pulling Atlas in with you. You don’t want to hurt him like this. You can't let him keep carrying you, breaking his back just to keep you afloat. The guilt eats away at you like termites feasting on wooden bones. With trembling fingers, you send him one final message: “I love you. I'm sorry.” There's so much more you want to say, but you can't bear to type it out. So you turn off your phone, letting the silence swallow you. You stand in the kitchen, legs threatening to give out underneath you. The metal is cold on your skin, unforgiving. You shut your eyes and brace yourself. Then the front door crashes open. The sound slices through the silence like a scream. Footsteps thunder toward you, and a voice calls your name. Frantic, desperate, begging almost. You barely have time to react before Atlas is there, hands gripping your wrists, face twisted in anger and fear. He found you. He came for you. He isn't letting you go.