Chapter Eighteen: Clear

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Louis woke up alone in a dark house with only the old blanket that hang over the sofa to keep him warm.

He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his arms. Liam must've gone to bed. Even though the logical thought of why Liam left came to him, he still felt this overwhelming feeling of abandonment.

Louis decided to go outside for a smoke to calm his nerves and get some... "fresh air." Working his way to the back door, getting into bumps along the way. Louis flicked on the back porch light and dropped himself on a lawn chair. Placing a single cigarette between his lips.

Louis gazed at the full moon. There was something peaceful he found in this moment. No music, no fans, just darkness and light.

Louis watched as the smoke danced in the air. It was truly a precious moment where is mind was clear.

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