"The mirror is my best friend, because, when I cry it doesn't laugh"
- Charlie Chaplin
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Harry collects everything and runs upstairs.
He closes the door of his room and looks himself in the mirror.
He looks at the rose stuffed in his hair. The rose that has no life in it.
He pulls it out of his hair and stuffs it back in the envelope.
And stares at his bare face in the mirror.
His eyes are bloodshot red and all he can think of is Louis.
Louis who was alone in his last days.
He cries and cries in front of his mirror.
He hops on his bed wiping his tears.
Harry grabs out his phone and texts Cassie.
To Cassie:
(You awake?)
From Cassie:
( Yeah. Just a sec I'll send you the song )
From Cassie:
( *audio attached*
The song's titled 18
Good night Harry. )
To Cassie:
(Thank you, bestie.
Good night)
He grabs his earphones and plays the audio. The polaroid attached to his chest.
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