It was hard to sleep that night. I couldn't get Louis's lifeless body out of my mind. The body of the boy that I loved. I would hold his hand, and spell my name on his back. I would whisper sweet nothings into his ears. I can't believe that the boy I loved was gone.
I didn't want to get out of bed. My phone was blowing up because all of my friends and family wanted to make sure I was okay. I wasn't. I didn't want to talk to anyone.
Except for Louis.
