Always Atlas

23 ➵ I'm Here

I was able to burn at least four hundred and fifty calories. 

"My little sister is pregnant," he spoke and I couldn't help it as my eyes widened brightly in shock at what he had just said to me. "She goes to college in Canada. She wrote me a letter because I don't answer her texts. We haven't spoken since she left. She thinks I'm mad at her for leaving. . ." He trails off, as he taps his foot gently on the floor.

I nod, cocking an eyebrow. "And are you?" when he doesn't answer, I add, "Mad, I mean. Are you mad at her? For leaving?"

If it were me in that situation, I don't think I would be mad at her, I think I would be accepting and ready to be there for her as I know that she will need a lot of support through this massive life-changing situation she is now in.

I know for a fact I would be so happy for Luna but I would also be a bit nervous for her as my dad hasn't shut up about not getting pregnant at a young age as it ruins your whole life, I don't really agree, yes, it's probably not the best thing to happen to you when you're a teenager but I mean if you can support it and give It the best life you can then why not.

"I don't think so." Atlas answers truthfully after a while of him contemplating his answer. "I think I'm jealous. She got out of London. She got independence. She has a future."

I tilt my head to the side, a playful smirk on my face. "You can have all those things too." 

Atlas surprises me when he shakes his head, moving his gaze to my small fingers dangle over my legs which had tattoos sprawled all over them. "No, I can't." he stated which made me want to argue with him so bad as he did, he just had to do something about it. "That's the thing. I don't really want any of those things. I'm jealous because she does. She wants a future; she wants a life. I think that's why I'm mad at her for messing it up with a child. She's capable of living, so why destroy it by making a stupid mistake?"

"You feel protective over her." I stat instantly as he nods his head. "She came to you because she wants you to listen, just like I am now with you. Don't judge her. Trust that whatever decision she makes is best for her."

It was advice that I wish a lot of people would take into consideration. Everyone has their own opinions and values, ways of doing things, ways of coping with whatever they are going through, to some those things maybe not be the right decision but to others, it's the only thing that feels right.

"Could you help me write back to her?" he murmurs just loud enough for me to hear; I nod instantly with a reassuring smile.

After that, we go quiet again. We lie in silence for a while, my shoes pressed to his. I play with my hands nervously as his blue eyes lock onto mine. We don't talk at all for what seems like an eternity, all we do is just stare and breathe the same air, in a very comfortable silence.

"Do you have Bluetooth?" I ask him as I grab my phone and open the settings application to try and see if he had any Bluetooth speakers which I was sure he did. I laugh out as the smart system built into the entire apartment says in a robotic voice, Bluetooth device connected. "Of course. Rich people things."

Noticing that there were heaps of dots on the top of his roof I decided to tip my head back and try to count them. After a few seconds of trying but losing count of which dot I was up to I pointed my hand up at them and started to count as many as I could.

"Music makes me feel better sometimes." I stated out loud. "Even sad music. It's comforting."

Atlas' shoes touching mine is what pulls me away from counting the dots on his ceiling and pulls my attention onto him, he's now mirroring my exact movements and counting the dots on the ceiling while touching the soles of his shoes to mine.