when i see you again// l.s short story

three

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"harry?" anne knocked on the door of her sons room, she sighed when she heard no response. "harry, either you open this goddamn door or i'm breaking in!" again, no response, "one," ... "two,"... "three!" she jiggled the knob on the door and was surprised to see it wasn't locked, like harry usually had it. she peeked through the crack and saw no one in the room.

anne walked in to the room and looked around, "harry?" she called, shuffling her feet to the closet to see if he wasn't hiding, and he wasn't. when she turned back around she spotted a piece of paper on the wooden desk that was placed against the wall. she picked it up,

dear mum,
as you read this, my body is sat at louis' grave most likely clutching a bottle of whiskey and filled with random pills i stole from the medicine cabinet. i can't-- i can't live without louis. he was the best thing that has ever possibly happened to me and now he's gone. i left my room at 6:00am, before you woke up. i'm sorry, mum, but i can't live knowing the love of my life won't be living life with me. please don't blame yourself, non of this was your fault.
goodbye mum,
harry xx

anne clutched the note to her chest and let out the loud sob she had been holding in. her baby, her son, her only child that she loved with all her heart, was gone; and all she could do is cry loudly and hope to god all of this was a dream.