Meredith's heart fluttered in her throat as she opened her eyes and found herself in the familiar room she used to consider home.
She stood in the doorway of Atlas's room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head cradled in his hands and bottles of scotch were scattered around him.
Just the sight of him, caused every function in her
body to go haywire.
Her heart sped. Prickling sensation shot up her spine. She felt like something was squeezing her chest.
A flush of emotion washed over her , leaving her hands clammy and beads of perspiration at the base of her neck.
She had been dying to see him and now that she was here, she was unable to get any words past the thick lump in her throat, and just stared at him silently.
He didn't turn around to look at the person. Instead, he growled in frustration.
"I fucking asked you to leave me alone. " he snarled.
Meredith's heart sank and moisture formed behind her eyes. She could hear the tiredness in his voice.
