15.05.15.
He sleeps now, and it is quiet.
He took distance from me, his body on the whole other side, keeping ahold on the edge,
and along that,
the mental distance that was slowly
formed
between us got worse
and worse.
He was mad
but kept it still
and I got that, I understood because of my major idiotic actions,
but he has to communicate
he has to talk, little thing.
Like this, he will stay with himself and he will
boil up until another rant comes
and then, then everything spills and he'll be sad about that happening all at once.
I'll have to approach him, somehow.
Slowly, steady, until I get him to open up his fragile heart
or until he does himself.
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...
