Little Birdy

Little Birdy

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It's said that when someone leaves you forget their voice. I never forgot his voice, even when he died. I could never forget his smile, blue eyes, and his brown hair. I could never forget anything about the love of my life. I don't want to either, I'd be good with him right next to me now, instead of six feet under the ground. I'd be okay with the murderer behind bars, instead of still out on the streets. I'd rather have him dead. Rotting in the ground. I'd have my love here, helping me raise my child, our child. I could watch them play soccer, or football, or even watch TV. We could go on family walks and be happy. So, I will always remember, My Louis William Tomlinson. Always.
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"I'm sorry." I managed to croak. I reached out to touch his hand but he retracted it quickly and harshly. "What the fuck are you thinking? You love me, Penny." He yelled, looking at me sternly as I felt them again. Tears prickled at my eyes, I felt it again. All the pain was rushing back and it was because I realized in that moment that I was hurting the one I loved most. Harry. I loved Harry. But what was I supposed to do? Tell him now, when he was so mad at me. He leaned down to me and kissed me, but I couldn't react. I didn't, I didn't move, I didn't reach up to wrap my arms around him and my lips didn't feel. "Fucking react!" He yelled as he pulled away, making me cover my eyes with my forearm and roll over and cry. "I'm done Penny, either you love me or you don't. It's me or Louis. Make up you're mind." He told me before getting up and I saw Louis had left. He probably couldn't stand me or Harry. I couldn't stand myself. I was pathetic, weeping as I felt myself mutter. "I do love you."

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