Back at square one again and Minerva groaned, her head falling back as she swore up to the ceiling.
"I feel like I'm being punished because I had to be stupid enough and play hard to get," Minerva said, then laughed at the absurdity of it all. "I'm sorry you can't get me out of your head, Atlas but that's not my problem. It's not that I don't empathize or don't feel guilty for it, but other than moving away from the bloody country I really can't do anything for you."
She sighed, rubbing her temples before looking up at him again. "Do you know what I mean by freedom? I mean I can fuck whomever and whenever I want. That's what I mean by freedom, Atlas and what you want - I can't do."
Minerva shook her head, trying to remain calm. "Look, think of it this way. It would be like me telling you to suck it up and deal with it whenever I shag another bloke. That wouldn't be fair to you, now would it?"