64 Keep breathing.

The pain in Atlas's heart escalated from a dull throb to burning, glaring pain. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was.... he felt his heart being ripped out of his chest. Anguish stabbed him like a knife and he was screaming more loudly than he had ever screamed in his life.

His screams were animalistic, gut-wrenching as if his soul was being ripped out from him while he was still alive.

He clutched her closer to his chest, he pressed a kiss on her forehead as he begged whoever would listen to him to wake his Angel up.

He didn't care about the price he had to pay. If it was soul, eyes, kidneys, limbs, heart any part of him he would gladly give to see her beautiful hazel eyes again.

But dead silence greeted him, his Angel wasn't breathing or moving. Nothing could compare to the hole within his chest right now. The sudden realization that he was going to be separated from her-the only light in his life extinguished from the world.