Till Death Do Us Part?

chapter 2

quick authors note: I know it's 2021, but this story takes place in 2019, since when harry *passed away* he still had long hair. And because that was in 2015, I want to keep it as real as possible:) since at this time, it's been 4 years. Enjoy chapter 2:)

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''Lou, babe, are you done yet?''

David has been waiting for me for around 30 minutes now.

I just had to write this letter. Luckily David knows why, and he doesn't mind.

''Yeah, I'm coming. Just a sec'' I shouted back.

Today we're going somewhere special. As we do every year, we're going to the cemetery, to visit something special. Or should I say, someone special.

Today marks February 1st 2019.

February 1st.

Harry's birthday.

We're going to visit Harry's grave for his birthday, like we do every year. We always visit him on special days. His birthday, Christmas, new years, even on my birthday I'd still go and see him.

Haz would've turned 25 this year.

25.

It's way too young.

Me being 28, is also too young to miss the person that made you feel like home.

God, do I miss his beautiful green eyes, and his soft, long, curly hair. 

Then I hear some knocking on the door.

''Come in'' I said a little bit too loud, because to be honest, it kind of scared me.

''Babe,'' it was David, ''It's really time to go now. You're done with your letter for Harry?''

''Mhh'' honestly, it's still weird hearing Harry's name coming from David's mounth. Especially because he didn't even know Harry. Nobody knew him the way that I did. The first year of his passing, I couldn't even hear his name without crying immediately. I didn't want anyone to say his name. Not even my closest friends.

I've always told David story's about Harry. ''Sound like he was an amazing guy Louis, I feel so bad for you'' is everything he'd always say. David isn't really an emotion guy. He doesn't show emotions, and he doesn't know how to deal with others emotions. That's the only thing that kind of annoys me about him. But he can't really do anything about it. Let's say, his parents were never really the best emotional support for him when he was younger.

He never really had an amazing relation with his parents. When he came out to them it only got worse. They didn't kick him out tough. I honestly was surprised they didn't with all of the story's I've heard from David. But with time his parents learned to accept that their son just wasn't into women. And when he told his parents about me, and introduced me to them, they surprisingly welcomed me openly into the family.

It's good to see people can really educate theirselves and be a better person.

The drive to the cemetery was really quiet.

I didn't dare to speak.

And if I would try to speak, you could just hear I wanted to cry. ''Shh, it's okay Lou'' is what David would say. He actually makes me feel safe.

It was already hard enough to visit his grave. Let alone on his birthday. And the worst thing is, the day he passed away, was actually on his birthday. 

He died on his birthday.

These thoughts would make me relive this night.

All. Over. Again.