I'm Louis | l.t

epilogue

A user in wattpad asked if I could do any kind of closure and I thought that since there wasn't an epilogue and the end gave the readers a chance to decide what happened, I'd just do an epilogue. People can decide to read it or they can decide to leave it. 

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The dark clouds clouded the sky at 24th of december, 2018. It was rather a mournful evening at the graveyard of the seventh street from down where Louis used to live. The  boy next to him was sobbing, clutching into Luna's body that was lightly shaking more the tears she desperately tried to keep in. The young man next to her was fully shaking and sobbing, for the loss of his best friend.

Luna tugged at the brown, long hair that was damp from the rain. His eyes were closed, the sharp jaw digging to Luna's shoulder from the position he was having: Head in Luna's shoulder for comfort he needed for himself to be sane. He was losing his mind from the ache in his heart and even Luna couldn't properly make it disappear. It was horrible, he lost his best friend.

He didn't get the rose on his hand for nothing.

Luna sniffled with agony, trying to take deep breaths as the woman spoke on the small chair into the the mix, her breaking voice cracking with sadness. The man next to Luna broke to a fit of sobs and hiccups, trying to hold himself together in the cold. The wind escaped through the suit he was wearing, feeling like the wind went through him.

''I wasn't ready to let him go,'' he cried in Luna's arms that weren't too strange but not too familiar, brown and long hair tickling Luna's cheek that was also wet from tears. Her eyes that were still glassy from sadness rapidly moved on the grey stone that said, "Louis Tomlinson.'

''I know, Harry. He just had to go.''

It was two weeks before Louis' birthday when he collapsed: When his heart collapsed, in the middle of the hospital. Everything wasn't good, it was horrible. He was rushed away from Luna, who immediately called Harry. They waited several hours in the waiting room to hear from Louis, who was seven hours later announced as dead. And it broke Luna. He was madly in love with someone, who loved him back but died for nothing. He lost to cancer, a great battle that was too hard for Louis to handle.

The flowers surrounded the white gravestone as the snow had slightly landed on the dead grass around it. There was candles, flowers, pictures, love. Luna didn't know even half of the people that attended the funeral yet she was ready to be there for the one who'd grief.

"I want him back," Harry mumbled. Through Louis' illness and death, Harry and Luna had grown fond of each other. They supported one another like brother and sister, they took care of Louis together. And now they had to keep each other in one part together because Louis, he was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

"I want him back too, but he isn't coming back. He's gone away," Luna said softly. Harry didn't understand. Not the reason why Louis had to be taken from them; why? And Luna didn't understand when Louis said; "find someone to take care of you." Luna didn't want anybody else than Louis. She needed no man in her life, but Louis. And of course, Harry. Louis was her everything.

But he died as a happy man, surrounded with the people he loved. He couldn't ask for more than he had, everything was enough for him.

Expect the time with Luna. That was never enough.

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It is extremely short but this is just a short closure of some of you aren't able to imagine what happened after chapter nine. Sorry if some of you wanted a happy ending.

and there was nothing but friendship between Luna and harry