"You being in love with me is not a personal issue!" he grew more and more frustrated as he sprinted forward. In a trice, the comforting quietude of their vicinity had switched to something that seemed as haunting as the silence of a grave. "You always had the heart of mine," he heard a murmur so quiet Louis might as well be just speaking to himself. Foreslketown's carnival had been a fest of elation to them as kids. By the time they reached pre-teens, it was an unspoken tradition- attending the last evening of the carnival for the year and watching the lights flicker throughout the night. Until, what used to be a matter of ecstasy abruptly turns into a state of disconsolateness when Louis misses an evening one year, only to find out that- that very evening was supposed to be the last one with Harry, before he moves to Blathe. Being the bearer of this horrifying news, Harry also takes it upon himself to make sure that they don't miss seeing the swirl of flashing lights for the last time. -OR- Harry taps on Louis' window with a sad smile and they sneak into a closed carnival. A starry night of them running around the abandoned premises with their fingers intertwined ensues.
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