Harry ||
It's late in the afternoon and the sun is starting to come down, making the sky a beautiful canvas of orange, red, pink, and other fascinating colors. I remember the days when we weren't as famous when we could travel to the beach and just goof around in the water. Especially when it would just be me and Louis, we would run off to a more secluded area and just enjoy each other. I would splash water at him, he would dunk me other, then we would kiss each other until our lips were bruised.
I let out a small whimper as I stretch my arms out in front of me, to be met with nothing. Louis should be in this bed, this empty side. I grab his pillow and clutch on it tightly like it means my life, just like he means my life. My eyes flutter close as the room darkens around me and visions of blue eyes and sea green eyes cloud my dreams.
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jail cell // l.t.
FanfictionI've always found jail cells so addicting. Maybe it's the way they're so cold and empty like my heart. There is no life to it, just like us. We're not alive, we are already dead. And only a jail cell brings an accurate symbolism.
