"I don't know how much longer I can hold on. It's been another month of cold and scared and pain and they are still not here. My brothers are still not here. It's November and its cold. It's so fucking cold. And everyday is the same. I want it to stop. I want it to stop please. December 24, Louis' birthday. They have till then, or the boys Christmas gift and Lou's birthday gift will be my life. It'll be better that way. How long is too long? Four years. Four years is too long. - Niall"
YOU ARE READING
The Ones We Don't See
أدب الهواةThe moon shines, as the darkness creeps in on the soul of the broken blonde. Every moment of everyday he waits. He waits for his brothers to find him. Niall, the homeless freak? Nah, just a broken boy filled with broken promises. Can his older bro...
