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June 18 - June 18, 2024
She contains her threatening cough. It is a free county after all—who is she to deny him suicide?
Did he know at that moment that his name would be tethered to her lips forever, much like a sacred prayer?
Does he know that his ‘okays’ would soon become her salvation?
Would they remember this as the moment everything shifted?
Does she know that to Atlas, she will become a star?
Does he know that soon his dreams will be filled with her?
“Without suffering, there’d be no compassion.” “Did you seriously quote A Walk to Remember?”
“Later.”
Perhaps Atlas was correct. The world is unkind
to most of its inhabitants. There is no mercy here.
“The world is beautiful.” She speaks with so much conviction that momentarily, briefly, Atlas finds himself almost believing her. “Though I can’t say the same for the people in it, there is nothing wrong with the earth. It feels rude to blame it for the mistakes of the people that inhabit it.”
He agrees to alter his life and perception of reality because Nova has hope.
This is Atlas Hale. This is who he was. And Nova, well, she has always been fond of thunderstorms.
The art of falling in love is in the little moments, the stolen glances, the gentle touch of a hand.
Falling in love is a leap of faith, a journey into the unknown without guarantees of what may lie ahead.
“No more bad days alone,” he says after a moment. She lets out a sob-coated laugh. “No more bad days alone.”
Sometimes, the days are bad, and that’s okay.
It is just them—the moon, the stars. Just Nova and Atlas.
“Wrenning Bird—you’re a wren bird. My wren bird. Small, but you, Nova Hawkins, have a heart that is utterly loud and consuming.”
They are Atlas and Nova—a bit misunderstood, but they are Atlas and Nova. And that is completely okay.
Beneath the evening autumn skies and the slight murmuring song of Nightjar birds—there is Atlas and Nova. And for once, for a second, for this lapsed moment, they are enough.
They’re two souls wandering, searching for a place to call home, and somewhere along the way they had found it among each other.
Atlas Hale was sudden; he appeared in her darkest of times and even though he is shrouded in pain, he has somehow managed to become her light. He is everything.
For once, happiness lasts for more than a few days.
For once, Nova is home.
There was Atlas, and there was Nova, and that was enough.
