Part Four: "If we were all born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of life if it just contradicts?"
Louis Tomlinson has felt as if he's always had to do one thing: he always had to do it. He had to push away. He had to look down. He had to cover up. He had to survive. But by surviving, he was only slowly dying.
"What's your name?"
He came from nowhere it seemed, but Louis had to look down. So the stranger sat down, and he saw him.
"Do you not want to tell me?"
He had a good reason, one worth explaining, but Louis had to be quiet. So the stranger spoke, and he listened to him.
"My name is Harry Styles, and my arms are clean."
And then Louis had to look at him.
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The Liberosist
FanfictionLiberosist: One who desires to care less about things. "You know what they say...those who are heartless once cared too much." There is a world where love cuts you deep - literally. Each time you fall in love, a cut appears on your arm. Each time yo...
