"I'm so...so tired", I eventually confess.
"...I know"
"Everything's just so heavy. And I can't decide what to hold on to...who to hold on to"
"I know"
After a moment of well earned silence, I tentatively ask, "why are you still here Louie?"
"Because, Harry...I have nowhere else to go"
A faint grin. A faint glance. A faint strum of these strings. The image of my favorite being. My faint obsession just across the room. Just like every other well-worn afternoon.
When you think of a home, what graces your thoughts? A room? A house? A town? Family? A person? And in that case, what makes you homesick?A new set of walls? A new set of eyes?Solitude? The constant unforgiving melody of new voices?
Turns out any of the above does the trick just fine.
My name is Louis. And I suppose I should be glad my loving parents chased me out of their grasp. I certainly didn't expect Harry's parents to take me in. But I'm grateful...or at least I would be if I was welcome.
It all happened like poetry as pretentious as that sounds... I don't fully understand it. I constantly misinterpreted. It was a quiet chaos but made complete sense, our falling out.
Harry has no reason to hate me....right?