𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

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(as requested, the pt

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(as requested, the pt. 2 of the first one of i'll still love you)

y/n l/n pov.

it has been a week since louis had told me that we should be together anymore.

and it's been a week since louis admitted that he doesn't love me and will never love me as much as he loves millie.

i know that louis has no love for me, but hearing him tell me hurt more than i considered.

but it was probably just because i love the boy so much.

but what hurts the most is that, i still love him and i have no idea how to cope with the pain.

and that pretty much explains why i still smile.

~

"y/n, where are you going?" my bsf/n asked.

"i'm going out." i let her know.

my best friend, bsf/n has been generous enough to let me stay at her house as my parents live far from my job and louis and i's flat isn't a great choice because, you know...

"okay, well be safe!" she told my before i left.

"i will!" i shouted as i closed the front door.

~

i needed to get out. i needed to get out of the house. i needed to get out of my thoughts. i needed to just be out in the fresh air.

so i decided to go the a secret place that only louis and i know of.

the lake.

the lake is a special place for us because it was where we got lost on our first date.

yes, that may sound weird but louis never had a date planned for us but he just decided to take us on a car drive.

louis just drove and we spotted something with a bunch of lights, so we decided to follow the lights and the lights led us here, the lake.

louis likes to call it the lake because it's simple and easy to remember, but i like to call it, fireflies.

i like to call it fireflies because that's what brought us there, fireflies. they were the light that we followed to see the beautiful scenery.

~

as i started walking down to the lake, the beautiful blue water became visible.

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