Louis is depressed, Harry wears flowers in his hair and works on a flower stall and gives Louis flowers with meanings. Louis knows the meaning behind flowers, and he finally smiles.
"Time is now abstract, but not of the essence. Any and all meaning it once held has been destroyed, leaving Harry unsure of whether weeks have passed or months. Time seems never ending now, no one to talk to, nothing to do, no motivation for either even if they were options. " Sometimes, we try to save people. Sometim...
❝baby, we could make some midnight memories.❞ © Leticia Walsh 2013