Atlas wasn't sure how long they had been sitting on the floor. Meredith had held him through his entire breakdown, never letting him go, never leaving his side. She had just held him, kissed his hair, his face and rocked him softly. She just waited for him to let everything out like she had promised.
He had stopped crying about twenty minutes ago but hadn't uttered a word. He couldn't bring himself to or even move. His chest felt so heavy.
He felt so weak, tired, and so torn apart. For the first time he didn't want to be strong anymore. He wanted to lean on someone and act spoiled.
"I was so scared when Ace called me…" Meredith said, breaking the silence.
"I was afraid I would be too late. I know you wouldn't- but grief makes people do stupid things and I" Meredith sighed.
"I never heard from you after you dropped me home yesterday and you weren't picking up your calls too…." She continued.
"I know…." He whispered. "I'm sorry."
