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Exhausted. His head slunk into the headrest in the window seat. A stark contrast to the eager little engine he could see clinging to the plane wing; rumbling with childish excitement. The trolley rolled back and forth through the isle a few times. He could wait no longer. In his backpack a letter sat, with words from the one he loved. Hunching back down in his seat he slowly and nervously unfolded it. His inhales heavy at his gut, where after scanning a few lines with his tired eyes, his heart rocked against his rib cage. He hadn't finished. He couldn't. Folding it back up he hunched further forwards with his head in his hands. All the burdens of Atlas paled to the strain he felt, everything dark and everything  a lead weight right now, he wanted to read the letter to it's end. Was he strong enough to keep it together? He wasn't sure. ...He had too! Opening the letter he continued. Those last lines. Tears ran to the exit, the **** walls had fallen. Like a toddler with a stubbed toe he succumbed to a hopeless chorus of wailing and sobs. He was a King in his new life, a ruler of all he surveyed, something he could never be at home. Why did things have to fall apart? How!? Those last words ringing like a bell as he lay there like a defeated adversary. "I love you forever and always"
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Last chance to see part II 'The letter'
Exhausted. His head slunk into the headrest in the window seat. A stark contrast to the eager little engine he could see clinging to the plane wing; rumbling with childish excitement. The trolley rolled back and forth through the isle a few times. He could wait no longer. In his backpack a letter sat, with words from the one he loved. Hunching back down in his seat he slowly and nervously unfolded it. His inhales heavy at his gut, where after scanning a few lines with his tired eyes, his heart rocked against his rib cage. He hadn't finished. He couldn't. Folding it back up he hunched further forwards with his head in his hands. All the burdens of Atlas paled to the strain he felt, everything dark and everything  a lead weight right now, he wanted to read the letter to it's end. Was he strong enough to keep it together? He wasn't sure. ...He had too! Opening the letter he continued. Those last lines. Tears ran to the exit, the **** walls had fallen. Like a toddler with a stubbed toe he succumbed to a hopeless chorus of wailing and sobs. He was a King in his new life, a ruler of all he surveyed, something he could never be at home. Why did things have to fall apart? How!? Those last words ringing like a bell as he lay there like a defeated adversary. "I love you forever and always"
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
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