Implode // l.s *ON HOLD*

He was a danger. Danger to himself, to his family, to his friends, to everyone. He did not have the capability to feel in a way that would make him happy, only feeling the bitter numbness that is his life. He was practically just a shell, an empty shell that forgot how to live, laugh and love. All the things one needs to stay sane in this crazy unforgiving world. Harry styles was a lost soul, and who knows if he can be found again.