The movie Atlas chose was a drama, which surprised Lola. She wouldn’t have guessed it was something he would watch. Then again, who was she to judge? His suggestion to watch a movie at all was a surprise in itself.
Eventually, all her other thoughts slowly left her overstimulated brain. Her initial disinterest in the movie faded, and before she knew it, she was giggling, holding her breath, or holding back tears.
Lola leaned back on the couch, hugging a cushion. The corners of her eyes were red from holding back tears, while her throat was dry. But just as a tear successfully rolled down her cheek, she intuitively glanced at him, curious about his reaction.
"You’re not watching?" She blurted out, making him peel his eyes away from the tablet.
His answer was short and dry: "No."
"...Why not?"
"I’ve already watched it a hundred times," he said, glancing at the screen. "I don’t need to watch it for the hundred-and-first time."
Her lips curved down slightly, and she looked away. "Why ask me to watch with you when you’re not going to watch?" The words were out before she could stop them. She bit her tongue, then quickly looked back at him with a forced smile.
"I mean, I’m not upset or disappointed," she laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "That’s not what I meant."
"I can watch the next one if you’d like."
Lola paused, looking at him without much reaction. "The next one? I only agreed to one movie."
"I’m suggesting," he shrugged, casually shifting his attention back to his device. "Next time, you can choose. I thought you’d like this one after a long day."
Maybe it was the distance they maintained on the same couch that made her more relaxed, or maybe the mood of the movie had affected her. Either way, Lola found herself staring at his side profile after his last remark.
"Thanks," she whispered, catching him giving her a sidelong glance.
"You’re welcome."
Silence quickly followed her words of gratitude as she turned to face the screen. She pressed her lips together, and the corners of her mouth hooked up before she refocused on the film.
Strange, she thought. But somehow, her brain automatically translated his words into more than what he had uttered. He wasn’t wrong, though. Not only had she had a long day, but before the twins or anyone else, Lola had never truly stopped for anything. Otherwise, she would just be left with the tragic highlights of her life.
Lola smacked her lips, relaxing on the couch with her snacks and wine, enjoying what she hadn’t done in a long time.
****
A mix of emotions swirled in Lola’s heart as she stared at the after-credits. There was a brief feeling of satisfaction, a certain heaviness, and also a little bit of hope. The movie, after all, was all about self-discovery, forgiveness, and a type of strength that didn’t involve lifting weights.
Perhaps that’s why it had resonated with her so much.
"Did you like it?" His voice brought her back from her thoughts.
"Mhm," she hummed, looking back at him. "I didn’t know you’d watch a movie like this a hundred times, though."
"It’s not me. It’s my sister."
"Penny?"
Atlas paused, then nodded. "She likes that movie, and we used to watch it together with the whole family. I had no choice."
"Oh." The shallow lines of disappointment on her face faded a bit. "With the family, huh?"
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