The deeply affectionate man, you could even feel it from the steps Joshua Hughes took when leaving.
It was as if his soles were on fire...
Atlas Hallow gave a faint smile; he really wasn't a romantic person.
He had always seen mountains as mountains, the sea as the sea, flowers as flowers, but only with Charlotte Miller did it feel as if clouds and tides began to surge. She need not say a word, and everything in heaven and earth rushed towards this woman who cleared his mind of any distractions.
Both are love, but they are not the same.
His love was like a vast ocean, allowing Charlotte to freely roam within it, without restraint or pressure.
Joshua's love, however, was like a fire, burning everything to ashes, possibly even himself.
"Don't worry, Big Head George is bound to die, and it won't be a pretty death." Atlas Hallow said quietly, watching the car drive away in the distance.
