oh the demons come, they can subside.
When Louis thought of Harry, he thought of freshly cut flowers on a spring day and lemon scented soaps. He was instantly reminded of the huge, heart warming grin and the boy's joyous green eyes.
But Louis reminded himself of who he was- what he was- and knew he couldn't have the boy who personified the sun. Not as long as he remained a monster, not as long as he was winter's cold and Harry was spring's warmth.
And it killed him every day.
-or; Louis shifts into a wolf when it's cold and Harry is the boy he dreams about-
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anobrain; l.t+h.s
FanfictionLouis was bound to the winter and hated the way it itched at his skin and how the cold tore him away into another form. Louis hated losing his mind, he hated nimble fingers becoming paws and callused skin becoming fur. Harry was his spring, and he...
