Twelve ---
Painstakingly, I looked up at him, touched his face and ran my fingers over his mouth. "If only, Atlas." He looks at me and shakes his head, lifting his hand to hold mine to his face.
"If only what, Blue?" There was so much agony in the way my song spoke the words for me. I knew he was trying to hold back tears. I smirk and look up at him.
"If only I could hear your voice one time, maybe then I would know why I cannot love you." He looks at me and shaking his head again.
"What do you mean?" I smile and slip my hand away from him, leaving his hand inches from his own face.
"I've never once heard you speak and yet I was so close to loving you… I wanted to. But there are people here… people that truly care for me no matter what the Magic man did. With you, because of what you are, I will always be judged by him." Atlas continues to shakes his head as I slid around him off the bed and stand. "But I don't belong here either. I don't know where I belong. Maybe leaving Pyson was the worst think I did. Maybe killing Fiona was the wrong thing to do… killing myself? Maybe I should stay here and live like he wanted me to… Maybe there was a greater purpose for me here, and that was why he made me?" I turn a look at him, looking away from the small window that showed the darkening town outside. "Maybe there is no place for me anymore? Not like this, not how he made me." I sigh. "Maybe… I don't know… I just have to live… With this music inside."