"If we could only have this life for one more day"
Monday
Louis' pov
«We saw each other last night.»
«So what? I'm sure Bastard already misses me.»
«...»
«He's lying in my place next to you, right?»
«...»
«Your dog is an ignoramus.»
«I'm sure he's depressed about not being able to crush your legs tonight.»
«You're right. I have to come back tomorrow. I don't want your dog to suffer. My conscience is already tormenting me...»
«Louis!»
«WHAT?!»
«It's only for three days.»
«Three days with my parents. My parents. MY PARENTS.»
«And?»
«And my mom has already told me all the gossip about her friends in those few hours.»
«What a horror.»
«Sipping tea on the veranda, sticking out his little finger.»
«Torture.»
«And eating little cakes.»
«You're right, it's just a nightmare.»
«Stop making fun of me!»
«Can you show me your room?»
«There's nothing special about it.»
«I want to see her.»
«Okay, wait. [ ... ] That's it? Can you see me?»
«Yes.»
«Turn on your camera too?»
«Okay, now [...]»
«He's literally lying on top of you!»
«Just a little. But now there is a lot of thunder, he is afraid.»
«Your baby is a terrible coward.»
«Leave my baby alone.»
«He's in your hands, but I'm not! I envy.»
«Do you also need to be scratched behind your ear?»
«Haha, very funny.»
«Show me your room.»
«Let's go. But you'll see, it's very simple.»
«Are the walls blue or gray?»
«Blue. So this is my bed, my nightstand. Here's the closet. There's a table here. Oh, and these are all my comics.»
«You have a lot of them.»
«Yes, I love it. So, now I'll show you the best part. Ready?»
«Yes.»
«Look.»
«Are these trophies?»
«Everything I've won in my life.»
An hour and a half. Louis sitting on the light blue floor of his room, Harry lying with Bastard in his bed. An hour and a half of talking about every item on the shelf. About every funny case. About each trophy. About each medal. An hour and a half, during which Louis never stopped smiling. He was like a child showing off his secret treasure. An hour and a half, during which Harry kept looking at him with bright eyes and realizing how much he needed him, and how much space he had taken up in his life.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Degradation (translation)
FanfictionI was the real stereotype of the ideal life. Yeah, damn stereotypes. And then I met him. With his green eyes, with his weirdness... And with his illness. "What would you do if you only had 100 days to live?" - Anonymous "I don't know. Probably wou...
