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I just saw his face.

Knowing that it was a bad thing did not bring you any ill feelings. You finally saw him. Behind the dark mist that envelops him, you see a man with wavy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, a single dimple on his right cheek, and thin lips that wouldn't stop smiling as he was staring at you.

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"I really hope we had the chance to do this as well."

"Do what?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper.

Lone man looked at the sky. He squinted as soft raindrops bathed his pale skin. You just can't stop staring at him.

"Atlas," he said.

It was the first time that you heard someone's name other than yours from his lips. Lone man looked at you. A tinge of sadness can be felt in his eyes. He nibbled at his lower lip.

"I don't want anything to happen to you," he said. "I lost Atlas, and I don't want to lose you too."

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