I don't know where I pulled the strength to get off Atlas' car. I don't have any idea as to how I moved my feet together with Atlas who's holding my hand tightly. When I glanced at him, he was just staring in front of us seriously. I remained silent and let him take me wherever.

"We're here."

We stopped at a not-so-big mausoleum. It's obviously been here for a long time just by looking at its rusty grills and roof.

"She's my first love," he started.

I've heard that phrase a lot of times from his mouth, but it still hurts the same. Maybe because that truth was the...