It's been fifteen days since Louis left. He hasn't come back which angers me and soothes me at the same time.
I want him to come back, so I could answer his question as well, but at the same time I don't because I know I'll have to tell him the truth.
The truth that takes away my sleep along with my clean conscience, the truth that haunts me every time I feel the urge of crashing my lips against his.
He will never understand how much I care for him, he will never understand how much guilt I hold within me because only God himself and I know.
Louis is a great person, he's full of joy which I've taken mostly of but it's still existent. He has the biggest heart a person could possibly have. I was certainly not the same quality as he.
I knock on his door multiple times, but he doesn't answer. I know he's in there, the lights were on as I walked over here, now they're off.
Has he given up? I sure hope not.
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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?
