photograph [larry a.u]

tenth.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He lost his everything. He lost the most important person in his life. He lost his light and happiness. He lost his husband. Who promised to be by his side for all of eternity. Through thick and thin.

He lost the love of his life. Forever.

At first Harry didn't understand why louis would do such a thing. Just give up his life like that. Harry thought he was getting better. He could help him. Harry blamed himself.

He didn't cry when louis died. No. He felt too numb. He didn't even go to Louis' funeral because he couldn't bare the thought of seeing his husband's cold body in a casket. He had written a beautiful eulogy for his love but he crumpled it and threw it. He was in denial for a long time.

All day he would just sit and go through all the photographs of Louis and remembered all the memories linked to them. He would just sit there trapped in their bedroom not thinking of anything else.

And then when he saw the picture of Louis and Him when they were simply cuddling on the couch he broke down. He wept for days straight just thinking about him. He realized that he could never be normal again or live a life without his love.

So he did what he thought was best,

went to his love. Up above.