Louis no longer wants to live and his plan to leave the world behind was almost a success. Almost. That is, until Harry, a vampire, saves Louis' life and grants him immortality with his bite.
However, Louis is far from grateful when he wakes up to h...
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Louis fights his instinct to immediately run to Harry to show him his mother's diary even if it's really hard to resist.
But Louis was the one who wanted space to heal and Harry made it more than clear that he wasn't amused about it. Or at least understanding. Which is surprising given that he usually understands Louis so well, but maybe Harry is just too vulnerable at the moment himself.
Louis isn't stupid. He knows that the situation wasn't easy for Harry and he sees how much he wants to get over it together -or at least wanted to- but if Louis doesn't learn to be on his own now, he will never be able to.
So he puts everything aside and tries to focus on his own mental health.
Louis devotes his days to the solace of his apartment, creating a cocoon of introspection and healing. For more than a week, he immerses himself in the comfort of solitude, seeking refuge within the walls that echo only his thoughts. Only his faithful companion Cookie occasionally becomes a silent witness to his journey toward self-discovery and a better headspace when Louis goes to visit her.
When Niall or other vampires attempt to breach his sanctuary, Louis instinctively withdraws. The spectre of anticipated accusations hangs heavy in the air, and he shields himself from the potential judgments he envisions. Alone with his thoughts, he confronts the intricate tapestry of his life, unravelling each thread with meticulous reflection.
The kidnapping, a harrowing chapter etched into his memory, becomes a focal point of contemplation. Louis delves into the shadows of his emotions, dissecting the trauma and pain that lingers. He grapples with the haunting aftermath, dissecting the choices made and the consequences faced.
Every time his brain wants to blame Harry he stops and tries to move a step backwards again, in desperate need to understand Harry's perspective. He would have asked him but since Harry ran away to Italy he doesn't feel like he has the right to call him anymore. And so he only speculates what Harry might have felt and why decisions were made like they have been.
Instead of focusing on Harry though, Louis tries to work on himself and mostly he's successful. He reads a lot online about how to handle depression and trauma and sometimes he's just overwhelmed, but sometimes everything finally makes sense.
The stillness of his surroundings becomes a canvas for self-exploration. Louis navigates the corridors of his mind, unravelling the complexities of his identity and the scars that have shaped him. Each passing moment is a step toward understanding, and in the cocoon of his solitude, he begins to nurture the seeds of resilience.
As the days unfold, Louis finds solace in the routine of introspection, allowing time to be both a balm and a catalyst for change. The echoes of his thoughts reverberate through the confines of his sanctuary, gradually guiding him toward a renewed sense of self and the possibility of a future where healing becomes a cornerstone.
Acknowledging the intricate web of memories and thoughts, Louis discovers an unexpected solace in embracing rather than resisting. Contrary to his fears, delving into the recesses of his mind doesn't exacerbate the pain; instead, it acts as a soothing balm. Each acknowledgment becomes a stitch, weaving together the fragments of his identity.
