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"I don't know Atlas! I can't think straight now; I'm going home."

You left Atlas in the middle of the street. You're exhausted, and all you wanted to do was go home and rest. You heard Atlas let out a curse before hearing his footsteps getting farther and farther from you. The night is cold and quiet. You rubbed your elbow as you hurried to go home.

On your bed, after an hour of tossing and turning on the bed, sleep finally came.

Then something hit your chest. Your eyes peeled open as a sharp breath escaped your lips. You thought it was a dream—a nightmare—but it quickly dawned on you as soon as you looked down at your body that it wasn't. Blood oozed from the stabbed area on your chest.

Coldness consumed your body, and your vision darkened.

THE END.