Dear Diary,
I woke up today in the hospital. My wrists wrapped in gauze. Harry in the chair by the hospital bed. He's asleep. Peaceful. The sound of my beeping heart rate filled my ears, annoying me.
Harry woke up and started crying, asking me what I was thinking.
I was thinking that maybe-- just maybe--I'll feel a little less pain. But I refused to tell him my thoughts, knowing that it wouldn't make anything better. I felt bad. I wanted this to be all over. I wanted to leave this place I call life. I want to. And one day I will. I'll try.
-Louis T.
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Short StoryHow could a beautiful love go so wrong? A Larry Stylinson fanfic
