"How could Reese do this? How is any of this okay?" Atlas flung the bottle of whiskey in his hand across the wall, and it smashed all over.
"Atlas, stop it!" Theo walked over to him, but paused at the spot where the pieces of glass lay in a heap.
"Why do I always have to take the higher road? Just why?! He has done more than enough. He has crossed so many fucking lines. Just why?!"
"Because this is exactly what he wants! He wants to see you miserable. He wants to make sure that you lose your shit. Don't fucking let him. He is not worth it!"
Atlas staggered back, as his vision blurred. "Do you know what she did? Do you know what she fucking did and how unforgivable it is? How anyone can stand her presence after that, how—" his words choked, as he stepped on a piece of glass and began to bleed.
"Atlas!" Theo sighed as he watched his friend who was clearly going through a lot, suffer, not knowing how to comfort him.
