Dear Journal,
It's been two weeks since I wrote last. I haven't seen Harry since that day at the mall. I haven't been able to tell him that I love him. I am very frightened, and starting to accept what the counselor said.
I went everywhere: the park, the bookstore, the amusement park, the beach, the mall, everywhere! Harry is nowhere to be found. He won't answer his phone, either.
Mum is sad tonight, as well. I don't think it's me this time. I think she's thinking about Mark. Mark was her husband, but he died last year. We all miss him.
Now that I think about it, it's the one year anniversary of when he died. I am going to go comfort Mum. I doubt she'll comfort me back, but that's okay.
Louis
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reality ➸ larry
Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
