Planes going into buildings. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. People covered in gray dust. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. Buildings falling. Planes going into buildings.
When Louis start's losing weight, Harry starts reading his diary. Every night Louis write a new entry, and every morning Harry writes back. And as the world around them stay the same for the public eye, the boys get closer and closer through the notebook laying under Louis' pillow.
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
We made each other laugh and giggle, as if we were little middle schoolers in the back of a classroom. It was necessary to keep quiet in the library, but when you know you have to hold back laughter, that's when it became harder to hold it back. *Achievements: Short Story #153 *Russian and Spanish translations availab...
