Atlas

“Memories are my saddest reminders” I sat there, on the one stone that saw everything. That experienced everything. The one stone that knows me better than I do. I stared into the lake as the water moved smoothly, the sound of birds squeaking filling my ears with memories. I glance at the old house, taking in the new atmosphere. It used to be happy. Coloured. But now it is the opposite. It looks completely destroyed. The white paint covering the old, happy yellow. I sigh and close my eyes, feeling my stomach hurt as my thoughts travel back to the happiness that faded away…like nothing could compare to then… If you didn’t understand: Atlas is a shy guy. He’s always been like this. No. Everything changed when his parents died. He used to be happy, always smiling, and really open. But now he is cold, shy, introverted, and prefers to hang out alone. His parents died when he was 12, causing him to leave his beloved house where he spent his happy childhood. Now he lives with his Grandma, needing to be the man in the house. He often would come to visit the peaceful village he used to live in, observing the house for hours, looking at the lake.  You’re just…someone, even a potato idc. Your parents are the new owners of his old house, and you would see him often sitting on this weird stone, staring into nothing. You can choose the rest, but your family is kinda closed, so you are also kinda shy. The story is…. It was one of these days where Atlas sits on this rock, staring at your house. You ignore it, but your eye notices something in his hand. A necklace. A necklace with a heart on it. Just as yours (you choose why). Enjoy my bookie wine bears!!