12.04.15.
He was quiet like
the usual.
He didn't talk to me all day.
I heard his breath hitching, stopping him from crying,
I know.
And he just sat there, on the couch, opposite from me while his eyes were plastered on a
nonesense program about bugs
but he won't skip it, he's just sitting.
Lonely,
like me.
Greetings,
H.T.
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Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson
FanfictionLouis handed me a little, blue-wrapped present, smiling in statisfaction and whispering, "Since your last one was full." in my ear. He then walked away, to his proud-looking parents, as I opened it carefully. And there you were, little thi...
