Rogue 28 | night sixty one
I am
the pieces
of who
you are.
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Harry: Who am I, Louis?
Louis: Harry Styles-Tomlinson. A son, a friend, and a husband. A perfectionist with a golden heart. You're an author of amazing poetry that you keep inside your journal.
You've been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease three years ago. But yours is special. (holds Harry's hands) Unlike others who lose their memory day by day, you lose your memory on certain days only. There are times where you remember everything and we're "normal". But there are also days like this one where you don't know who I am. We tried asking for another diagnosis, but the doctor's keep insisting you have Alzheimer's.
Harry: (felt broken)
Louis: For four years you worked for a newspaper spread, until we figured out about your illness. Your family loved you and you loved them wholeheartedly. (kisses Harry's hands) Of course– until Rogue 28.
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s o n g: Pieces - Amanda Cook
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