He came into the room with the look of a man who just gambled away his inheritance,ordered a jack and coke on the rocks and just sat there stirring into space. Atlas couldn't have come close to holding the weight of the world on his shoulders like he did,i felt pity for him. I asked him his name, he insisted it was nothing worth remembering,he said at one point he had one,now he is not sure of who he is. He had a tale to tell,i had the ears to listen and what he told me,i have not yet been able to recount to anybody else but i will try to the best of my recollection.He told me a story I still haven’t been able to forget. A love that lit him up and burned him down all at once. She was everything and losing her cracked something in him that never healed. What he remembers of her comes in flashes. Laughter in a storm Her hand pulling his back from the edge. The way she said his name like it meant something.A thousand memories. None of them enough to bring her back.