[A.N:
Hello everyone. A quick note before you read this Chapter. I know many of you dislike Zoey, but remember that Atticus isn’t you. He genuinely cares about her, and she’s one of his ’loved ones’. With that in mind, I believe his reaction here is justified. Happy reading.]
"...."
Atticus fell silent. After a long breath, he finally spoke.
"New dangerous enemies are showing up, and they threaten to destroy everything. I need to get stronger. To do that, I need to focus completely on—"
"No."
Zoey lifted her bloodshot eyes toward him.
"Don’t do that. Don’t lie. You owe me, at least you owe me the truth. Tell me the truth."
Atticus stared into her eyes, one filled with pain that he’d caused. His hands slowly curled into fists.
"I kissed another girl."
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Zoey’s horrified face.
"You... kissed another girl?"
"...I’m sorry."
Zoey’s lips trembled. She looked down, and a broken laugh escaped her throat as tears streamed freely down her cheeks.
"So... what do you want now?" she asked quietly.
"...I want us to take a break."
"Then what?"
"What do you mean?"
"After the break, what happens then?" Her voice quivered, "We get back together like everything’s okay?"
"Zoey..."
"Then why don’t you say your mind and fucking end this!" she shouted, "You want a break? Do you think you can just hit pause on my emotions?"
Her bloodshot eyes locked onto his troubled gaze.
"You’re a god. You’ve always been braver than this, Atticus. Be direct. Don’t be cruel and give me false hope."
She took in a large gulp.
"Tell me... do you still love me?"
Atticus froze.
"I..."
He hesitated. And that hesitation was all Zoey needed.
She exhaled shakily, her eyes dimming.
"I see."
"Wait, Zoey—"
But before he could move, she turned and ran off into the night.
Atticus found himself rooted in place, arm half extended, watching her shrinking silhouette disappear into the night.
He was god here. A single thought, and she would appear right in front of him.
However, he did nothing. As he lowered his arm, Atticus shut his eyes.
’What did I just do?’
Atticus had never had a problem with being direct with anyone. However, this was an exception. Here, he was the one in the wrong. The one doing the hurt. And it wasn’t anyone, but a loved one.
’I caused her pain.’
He felt a surge of guilt overwhelm him. He continued to replay the horrified look on her face when he told her what he’d done. He caused that pain.
’Shit.’
Thunder rumbled through the skies as clouds gathered. As though mirroring his current emotions, rain began falling.
Atticus just stood there, allowing the rain to wash over him.
"Atticus!"
A voice echoed through the rain and he turned to see Anastasia running towards him with a worried look.
"What happened? I just saw Zoey crying—"
"Mom..."
Anastasia froze the moment she saw Atticus’s face.
’Tears?’
It was an occurrence that shouldn’t surprise any mother. After all, what mother hadn’t witnessed their child cry before.
But this was Atticus. Atticus Ravenstein. The same child that didn’t cry even when he had just been born.


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