17.09.15.
He slept every day, sun up in the sky,
and woke at night
to cry.
He hasn't kissed me for a month, all he did was sob and take distance.
So, the thoughts of getting better were totally wiped away and I
got desperate to hear his laugh and feel his lips on mine.
I need his prescense, I need him.
Can his arms be around me, one last time, or at least
an explaination to what caused him
to be like this because
how am I going to let this
go on?
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...