adore - tomlinson

chapter three

i was starting to forget what she looked like.

the color of her hair was fading in my mind, her skin an alabaster smear across my head. her face, was simply a blur that had this amazing recurrence in my mind, and her eyes were getting duller. i remember how beautiful she is, though, and how much i adore her.

depression shows up every single day, he even sneaks into my flat when i'm least expecting. he'll creep into my mind and bleed down into my heart, and all that's left is him and me. i think depression is why i'm forgetting ivy, maybe depression needs to stop. i want him to stop.

one day, i didn't even go to the cafe, and one time, someone sat in her seat. i yelled at them. it made me feel awful, and i ran away. ivy, sometimes i think, is dead. sometimes, i don't think shes ever coming back.

ivy, please, will you come back?

i want to hold your hand and breath in your smell.

i want to tell you how much i missed you.

i want to make you laugh because depression wont let you.

ivy, please, come back.

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well fuck louis

your breaking my heart man

oh well