Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1004

Zoey tried wiping them away, but more tears kept coming.

She couldn’t face him.

She couldn’t bear to see his expression.

Her overwhelming shame crushed her.

She hated this feeling.

She hated it so much.

…

A distance away, Ozeroth and Lumindra had momentarily stopped fighting.

Their attention was now on Zoey.

Lumindra crossed her arms, her face somber.

She didn’t like seeing Zoey like this.

"Zoey," she muttered, her voice pained.

Behind her, Ozeroth snorted.

"Hmph. He better not accept that half-baked apology."

His arms crossed as he watched, his expression unimpressed.

"She still needs to grovel and lick his feet. And mine, too!"

His tone turned dramatic.

"It was a very tough task stopping that idiot from making a complete fool of himself."

"I molded him. I shaped him into the cool man he is now!"

"Without me, he would’ve still been a pathetic mess."

A vein throbbed in Lumindra’s forehead.

She clenched her fists, barely holding herself back from punching this prideful bastard.

But Ozeroth soon fell silent.

Because now, even he was curious.

What would Atticus do?

The entire focus was on this freakishly tall 18-year-old boy. However, to the boy, the world had turned into a blurry mass of darkness.

He saw nothing. He didn’t move a single inch, yet his mind spun, faster than it ever had before.

Thoughts collided, clashing, racing through his head at a speed that even he struggled to process.

’What should I say?’

’How should I handle this?’

’What’s the best way to approach it?’

The words of everyone close to him echoed in his mind, like whispers passing through a storm.

"Don’t be a fool."

"Forget about it. Move on."

"Then nothing. You move on."

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They had all told him the same thing when Zoey rejected him.

And truthfully, he was starting to move on.

Years had passed.

He had grown. Changed.

He had gone through so many life-and-death experiences that this situation should be a joke compared to them.

However, it didn’t feel like a joke.

Because as he stood there, watching her break down in front of him—

As he listened to every broken word, every painful sob—

As he felt her emotions as though they were his own—

A strange ache settled in his chest.

Her distress was genuine.

Raw.

And for that reason, Atticus decided.

He would meet genuine with genuine.

He would speak his mind.

Zoey’s sobs echoed through the quiet night.

The blurry darkness around Atticus receded, his mismatched eyes locking onto her.

Then—

"Jealousy, huh…"

His deep, calm voice echoed through the night, interrupting her sobs.

"Honestly, I can’t blame you for feeling that way."

"But I can’t understand it, either."

Zoey’s tear-filled eyes lifted toward him.

She couldn’t see him clearly. Her vision was too blurry, but she was glad. She didn’t want to see his face right now.

She was a mess.

Atticus continued.

"I’ve asked myself countless times… why am I so attracted to you?"

"I’ve thought of different reasons… but I finally settled on one."