Beyond the Divorce

For some reason, the lingering smell of blood in my memory was too intense, making the breakfast in front of me tasteless.

After a few bites, I pushed away the breakfast. Atlas asked, "Why are you eating so little? Don't you like it?"

I shook my head, looking at him. "It's not that I don't like it. I just can't eat."

Instinctively, I reached for my temple and rubbed it.

Atlas nervously grabbed my wrist. "What's wrong? Another headache?"

"Yeah, maybe I had a nightmare. I didn't sleep well. It'll pass in a bit. Don't worry!" I quickly perked up, fearing he would make a big deal out of it.

Atlas quickly finished his meal and placed the used dishes in the sink.

Just as he finished cleaning up, the doorbell rang again. I was about to answer it when he grabbed my arm. "I'll go!"

Atlas strode toward the front door. I turned curiously, thinking about how noisy today had been. It seemed like the doorbell hadn't stopped ringing since Oliver came and rang it at midnight.

I saw Atlas open the door without saying a word. He received two large bags and closed the door again.

Then he walked in, pulling me along. "Let's change our clothes."

"What are you holding?" I asked curiously.

casually saying, "These are our clothes

very cheerful. He held my

our clothes with us. Why did we have to get some delivered?

was an exquisite white suit for him, and the other was

two

gave me an enchanting

"Have you forgotten what we're doing today? It's an important day for us. We need to be more

on me that he was referring

and arranged it meticulously. Even the clothes were prepared without

of this? Why wasn't I aware? Don't tell me it was all decided long

me, nibbling

it a while

proposing to

was

intentional. It

with his touch. Were

up from a nightmare only to