Penny had said it before. In fact, not just her, but almost everyone close to Atlas.
They told Lola that none of them would ever know if he was hurting, if he had worries, or when his heart simply didn't feel right.
Why?
It wasn't because Atlas wouldn't show it, but because he processed things differently. So when he said Lola died in his dreams, he simply kept working. No one had probably realized he had gone mad with grief until it was already happening—or worse, until it was over.
Maybe… just maybe… it would hurt less if Lola did it his way.
Knock. Knock.
Allen knocked on the door three times quietly, waiting a few seconds before sliding it open. As soon as he stepped in, he stopped, his eyes dilating slightly.
There, inside, was Lola.
