-H.S (H+L)

1 (Louis)

I first came to the journal when I was leaning against a tree watching my little sisters running around in the playground.

Feeling the tree bark rubbing against my back is not that comfortable but I'll deal. Also with the feeling of the cool grass underneath me. My white vans being stained green from moving my legs in different positions.

I was just sitting there looking through my phone when it happened. A ball came flying and hit the tree (I'm sitting against) above me.

The branches move and sway back and forth. I looked up at the right time when a black object came flying down towards my face.

I instinctively covered my head as I feel the object make contact with my shoulder.

I feel a sting as it dug into my shoulder blades. I cringed a bit.

The people that kicked the football came running and saying sorry. They quickly grabbed the ball and went back to playing.

I looked down to see what hit me. A book?

I pick it up and it has a pattern all across the cover. There is initials on the right corner.

H.E.S

He's?

No.

There is writing all over the cover and I run my fingers across it.

“Love?”

“I can survive”

“I could make it”

“Why?”

Is written on the cover. I go to unlatch the strap when my sisters come running towards me. I look up and see them. I stuff the journal in my jumper and stand up. I’ll finish looking at it back in my room.

“Louis I’m tired” Phoebe wined

“Okay. Okay let’s go home then”

 We started our way home and I can’t wait to read what’s inside. Even though it kind of feels like I’m going to invade someone’s privacy, but they left it there.

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Now sitting in my room I bite my lip as I unlatch the strap. I open the brown worn out flap and come face to face with ivory color paper. The initials are on there again.

H.E.S

On the bottom of that is a message?

The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize the situation is over, you cannot move forward -H.S

Okay maybe a quote.

That quote/message or whatever was very…true? I could relate.

I flipped to the first official page and met with neat writing. It was written in a black ink pen and it seems to be pressed quite hard.

Never ignore a person

Who loves you,

Cares about you, and misses you.

Because one day,

You might wake up from you

Sleep and realize that you

Lost the moon while

Counting the stars

-H.S

I gasp as I read it over and over again.  I feel in awe of this one poem. It is shot but so full of…emotion. “Lost the moon while counting the stars” This emotion that it is portraying is very saddening.