Tears flow out of my eyes like a waterfall. Why did he die? He was such a great person. This is hit of realization of how life truly is, you could loose someone in a blink of an eye.
Just like that.
"Why are you crying?" Louis asks.
"This is one of the saddest books I've ever read in my life,"
"It is isn't it?" He nods.
I nod, unable to get rid of the thoughts of Hazel and Gus's story. Both so strong and inspiring, your heart could explode as fast as Gus was taken to the snow hills, to become an angel and rest peacefully.
"I think this book is kind of like us," He whispers.
"What? No it's not," I wipe the now dry tears off from my cheeks.
"Yes it is," he confirms.
"The book is more of like a love story." I firmly say. "What we have is not a love story." I don't know how many times I've said this in the time that we've known each other, he just doesn't seem to get it.
"If it's not, it will be." he angrily stands up and leaves. He always does this, he does this every single day, he always seems to get mad at me, for what? I don't know.
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Define Me // Louis Tomlinson
Short StorySilence, silence is all I received when I asked him the only question that's ever made me this insane. Will he ever answer it?
