Chapter .43.

It may have been in  bits and pieces, but I  gave you the best of me.  ~Jim Morrison *** I nervously look at my closet. I couldn't wear something childish. I could already seen Father's disapproving glare if I wore my favorite yellow winter coat. Instead I reach for dark blue pants, black winter boots, and a long black with pink dots trench coat. Maybe father would approve of this. I look down at my hands. Covered in paint. They would be the first thing he sees. I stand by the closet door, silently debating before I sigh and grab a pair of pink winter gloves. Maybe he wouldn't say anything about them if I took them off while Atlas was in the room. The last completion to my outfit was the journal. I carried it everywhere with me. I still had not read it yet. I knew Atlas was anxious for my feedback. I knew it made him nervous for me to have it. But something held me back. Mainly because I was worried about what I would rea