Chapter .27.

Paint the sky,  make it yours.  *** I stand in the middle of Atlas's room, staring at the bed. It's large. I wonder why he needs such a large bed. The room itself is large also. Almost x3 the size of the old room I was occupying. There is no real color scheme. Just various shades of blacks and dark blues, all mixed together. Walking in, I can tell- from the scent, the furniture, the colors and the objects- that this is a male's room. I don't feel like I belong in here. Atlas walks in, setting down the last of my stuff. He moves to stand next to me, looking around. We stay within our silence for several more minutes before he clears his throat. "Lexie." I slowly turn to him. I wonder if he can hear my heart. Hear the erratic beating and see the pressure it's causing there. "Lexie, you don't have to do this." I shake my head, "No it's...fine." I take a shallow swallow, wishing I wasn't acting so br