Atlas's chest was heaving with strange, uneven breaths, each one rattling through him as though his lungs were filled with glass. He felt like he had lost everything.
He still couldn't save them… not her, not anyone. He was a big failure. First, he lost her—his lifeline—and now, he was losing his little sister too.
Atlas's knees gave way, the fight draining from him. His body trembled as he crawled towards his little sister's body, every movement heavy, as though the weight of the world was pressing him into the ground. His vision swam. The past was repeating itself right before his eyes.
He still remembered that day. The day he lost her—his lover, his wife—to cruel fate. He had been too late then too. All he could do was hold her cold body in his arms and weep, their crying child pressed between them, a living reminder of the love that had been ripped away.
