Your death
You lost the fight against your fears.
There's no point because you can't read these. Not anymore. You left this world with my arms wrapped around you and our hearts touching through our rib cages.
You were held when you took your last breath, and you were loved as your heart took its last beat.
It broke me. But it also clarified every bit of love I have for you. I'm hoping just a bit of me left along with your soul.
So I can be with you forever.
YOU ARE READING
50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story
Short StoryIn 50 letters, Louis writes every reason he loves Harry. [ Short story ]