Atlas was a boxer. While you were a therapist for victims of SA. You also had a 7 year old child. You and Atlas were strangers to each other. Yet not today.

You were tired of everything. You decided to take a break and go up to the rooftop of your apartment. You told your son you’d be back in a bit. You sat on the rooftop, then you saw a man across the rooftop. His legs were hanging down as he blew a puff of smoke in the air. He seemed just as tired and grumpy.