It's almost Thanksgiving Louis. I used to love this time of year, the snow is falling, people are smiling. It's a joyful time of year, almost Christmas time. It's almost been four months since you've been gone Louis. I miss you like crazy baby. My Mum invited me over for a Thanksgiving party last night. I went and kind of had a good time. It would've been better if you were there. All of the Christmas lights outside her house were set up so perfectly it made me think back to the time where you were setting up our Christmas tree while I was in the kitchen baking. You would never let me in to see what it was going to look like.. It was the most prettiest thing. You were so good at that. Who's going to decorate the Christmas tree Louis? I can't. You always did. Maybe I won't put one up this year, I'm going to be all alone anyways so why does it matter. Why does anything matter anymore? I seem to keep asking myself the same question over and over again but I don't have any idea why. I miss you so much Louis. I love you my sweet angel.. Happy Thanksgiving my love.
Love,
Harry.
YOU ARE READING
gone// l.s
Short Story❝Ever since you left, my whole world fell apart. I miss you Lou. Please come back to me..❞ basically where louis dies and harry writes him letters, finding it hard to cope with his death
