The stiff chair was set at a perfect view through the window as Louis blankly stared into the crispy winter. The plummeting snow looked as if it was in a rush to kiss the earth. His hands were gently shaped around a lengthy, and now lukewarm, cup of bitter coffee.
There was a welcoming silence occupying that bookstore.
A girl across the room was creating a rhythmic pace with her fingers scanning the keyboard. A soft strand of hair escaped the grasp from behind her ear to cover her eyes, but she didn't seem to mind. Her small fingers wrapped around a pen and searched for a notebook across the table every time a light spread throughout her face. She would etch down a mark, set the writing implement down along with the notebook, and place her hands on the keyboard once again. She radiated a specific happiness that could not be defined, something Louis would notice as weeks passed.
“You don't know what it's like to live surrounded by darkness,” He messily ran a hand through his fringe, allowing a heavy sigh to leak out of his mouth.
Her fingers hitched in surprise, “I-I-,”
“No, you don't. No one does.” Louis began to grab his tattered jean jacket and leave. His jaw was locked in anger.
“I'm sorry,” her eyes traveled around the room, focusing on every sound protruding in the air. “Please stay.”
He stayed.
author's note:
hey guys. thank you so much to @nniall for the splendid cover. oh, and thanks for 50 reads in less than 24 hours.
love you all.x
