The air was cold on his skin. Did this building have the AC on year round? It sure felt like it.
Then again, all his senses felt heightened that day. Of course they did. He sighed, wrapping his arms around himself and looking up at the clock; 9:27 AM. He'd been sitting in this hard, metal chair for 27 minutes.
"Mr. Tomlinson?" A uniformed man asked, coming into the room.
Finally.
"That's me," he said, looking up from where he sat. His pale blue eyes were icy and sad.
"What's this?" The man asked, looking at the small brown book sitting at the table in front of Louis.
"It's his journal."
The man nodded, pushing the journal aside with the tip of his pen, being sure not to touch it.
"Let's talk."
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Falling
FanfictionDeep, dark thoughts... That's how Harry got into this situation. It was one he didn't think he could get out of. There was nothing for him to live for. Ending the pain was easier than living through it even for another minute. He was falling deep...
