kalon l.s

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LOUIS' POV
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the eerie calmness sweeps the day like dust. the air thick and wet. no wind, no blue skies, just calm darkness. the humid air sticking to my skin as i gaze upon the dark clouds and a large funnel, headed straight towards me.

the tornado gaining its speed in an increasingly fast rate. the calm stillness washing over me as i wait for my death.

that already happened though.

my heart had been stopped. laid on the ground like a piece of rubbish ready to be stepped on. the once beating muscle, broken and battered.

so yes, i have already died.

not physically, no. that would be to kind.

i have died in the way the ocean washes away the shore line. like the last pages of the book i have fallen in love with. when a mother bird leaves her child. i have died as my hands gripped onto the past. i took my last breath trying to hold on to my heart as it was coldly ripped away from me. only to be left with a hollow skeleton and a dead heart.

the tornado consuming me whole, beating me with debris. the wind picking up my dead soul and carrying me until it has also deemed me useless.

i have died at the hands of the love of my life and he may never know. he left me there to rot as my heart bled on his handwriting. the last bit of strength i had gripping the paper like a life line. my veins freezing as our memories wizzed through my mind. the salt dripping from my eyes drenching the last bit of him i have.

he left me to die.

he pushed me away and left without a goodbye. the letter not justifying it.

how could he.

how could he make me fall in love with him. fall for the sound of his voice when he wakes up in the morning. love the way he sings in the shower or when he reads a book and he annotates everything he finds false and makes fun of the author. he forced me into a coffin before he even kissed me.

i fall to the floor my knees thumping painfully on the hardwood floors.

"hey babe, do you think you can read this for me and make sure everything is alright?" i ask, looking up at harry as he reads his new copy of  'prisoner b - 3087' with his glasses perched at the end of his nose. i love those glasses. i hadn't known they existed until a few weeks ago. only for reading he said. i wish he would wear them more.

his green eyes move to mine quickly, a bright grin spreading across his face. i watch as the pure love seeps from his irises and into my own.

he nods his head slowly. "of course darling, what is it about?" his smooth accent floats throughout the room. he places a receipt onto the page he is reading, giving me his full attention.

i turn around my back hitting the coffee table where i am sat on the ground. "just a phycology paper. need you to see if my grammar is shit or not." i laugh, looking at the way his chest rises and falls with every breath and how his fingers tap on the book cover.  

he hums taking a sip of his tea, "yeah." he removes his glasses from his nose, rubbing the skin there that had left red marks. "hand it over." he stretches his arms out towards me as i pick my computer off of the table.