BREATHE [LWT]

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louis feels empty.

not in a bad way. he just feels nothing bad, nothing good. he's just.

he runs his fingers across the journal ever so softly. as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch.

the worn leather peels away and he doesn't bother picking at it or ripping it off. he likes it. it gives the journal a story. it gives it life.

his black ink pen becomes attached to the pages, drawing figures in the margins of the pages. he writes a poem about aiko.

aiko.
does she know?
that i loved her so.

she gave me nothing.
i gave her it all.
but all that i asked of her
was to catch me when i fall.

where'd you go?
when'd you walk?
i don't say a thing now.
i barely talk.

sunsets and sunrise
i thought you had pure eyes
but aiko, you made sure to give me
one hell of a surprise.

i hate you
i love you
i love you
i hate you.

louis let's his tear fall onto the page. he closes the book cautiously as if it would make noise of done otherwise.

aiko had his heart. and she ran away with it.

all he needed was a moment to breathe.

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