Whispers To The Night

chapter 2. him

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  Louis' eyes were glistening with unshed tears, shining in the light provided by his stars and illuminated with his emotion, deep and crystalline. His voice was hoarse, rough from lack of use, with only the night to listen, echoing through the sky and telling a story to the moon. The smell of blood and flowers lingered in his nose as he stared down at his shredded wrists, dark crimson dripping down his paling skin and onto the already stained denim of his jeans. "I'm sorry." He whispered to the wind.
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  Louis' fingers were cold, as was his upper torso. He had forgotten his jumper that day and was freezing, sitting in his corner of the bakery with nothing but a window to keep him company. The underside of his palms ached from the fall he had taken earlier, little spots of crimson lying on the table in front of him.
 
  His eyes were sore and bloodshot from the amount of crying he had done the night before, nose an angry red from his sniffling, and cheeks flushed down to his jawline, the hollows the only shadows you could see. His lips were parted, but no words came out, instead sitting on the barrier that wouldn't let up; that stayed no matter how much he tried to break it down.

  All that passed was a short, quiet whimper that seemed to echo through the hollow that had become his heart, beating around his ribs before settling heavily in his lungs, barely constricting its movement and causing a deep, dull ache to spread through his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaking breath before leaning forward and resting his forehead against the cool granite of the table he was at, itching at his scarred wrists as he focuses on just merely functioning.

  He started when someone touched his back but didn't jerk away from it, like most people would think he'd do. Instead, he leaned into it, because it had been so long since another human decided that he was worthy enough to console and stroke and hold. He raised his head to seem the same lad from the previous week standing next to him, hip resting against Louis' chair and hand currently drifting towards the middle of his spine, fingers tickling over the knobs along his back. Another cup of steaming tea and a cookie, this time decorates with deep blue sprinkles, was sitting next to Lou's outstretched arm, the warmth of it seepping into his frigid skin and soothing him.

  "Hiya." The lad greeted, a large, gentle smile pulling the corners of his pink lips up and causing his dimples to dip into his cheeks, little shadows. Louis offered a halfhearted smile, (at least it was something), and pushed further into his touch, eyes slipping closed again the more relaxed his heavy feeling body grew, limbs feeling light and warm like they were made of air. "Hi." Louis croaked, wincing at the way his own voice sounded and grimacing a bit, raising a hand to rub at his eye.

  The lad plopped down next to him and pulled him into his side, the warmth his body was emitting seeping through Louis' clothes and nearly causing him to purr, leaning into the sturdyness of him and letting out a soft, contented sigh. This, the whole way this boy made him feel, was definitely something Louis could get used to.
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  The night was speaking to him in whispers, running it's fingers through the hair and sending the smallest amount of wind towards him, warming his cold bones. The stars shined their light down to remind him of the hope there was in the world and ease his aching mind, calming him.

  And lastly, the lad was sitting among the clouds, green eyes slight with fire and love.

  Goodnight Louis.