After dropping Benjamin home, Wren found himself alone in his cold and empty flat. When it was time to lay down to sleep, he found himself sitting on the couch in his living room.
"Atlas…"
I miss you… Do I still have enough tears left to cry after all these years? Have I already cried enough to fill an ocean?
Wren sat back against the couch, crossing his left leg over his right. He propped his chin up with his right hand. The memories he had tucked away in the deepest corners of his mind were resurfacing now, one by one, like a film montage, scene after scene. And now, there was no stopping it. There was an unbearable lightness in his chest, as if his heart had been swallowed by the images playing before him.
"He… he reminds me of you… So much…" Wren told the empty room, pausing as more memories of his past flashed back.
The corners of his lips turned up into a faint, sad smile and he nodded to himself. "He even shares your name…" He said softly.
