Mᴇʟᴏᴅʏ
Once I returned to my old, run down apartment with the food, and stored it for the time being, I decided to go... for a walk, I guess you could say.
What was it really? Honestly, it was just sitting down on a bench in the park somewhere and thinking for an hour or two.
I mean, that wasn't what normal people did on their free time, I guess. But what else was I supposed to do with myself? Beg for money? I shivered at the thought. To think, having so little that you had to literally get down on the streets and suffer through all those looks, those disgusted looks I do... semi-well to avoid.
I shuddered again. No. Never, unless I was literally on the verge of death.
Once again, I was down in the streets and shoving past the sea of people to get to somewhere that wouldn't have taken half as long to get to if there weren't so many people.
I knew there would be less at the park, since it was a kind of run down place that people didn't really go to--especially if it was late fall. I just needed some time to think about my life.
I have enough time to think about my life, you say? Well, you find something better to do when you have barely enough money to sleep under a roof at night and keep from starving to death...
I couldn't exactly participate in leisure activities.

Lᴏᴜɪs
I know this sounds silly, but I couldn't get that girl out of my head. She hadn't even looked at me, but... something about her. She was hiding something behind that hood, some... past to her that I needed to know.
Why did I need to know?
I wasn't sure. But all I knew is that I was determined to find her again, and find some way to get under that hood that was covering her face.
It had stopped raining by the time I began to roam the streets again, being cautious. I knew from experience that there were paparazzi everywhere, so I always had to hide behind a pair of shades and a beanie or something in public.
It really did get annoying sometimes...
Sometimes I just wanted to be left alone, you know?
They'd gotten especially pushy after Eleanor left me. Always asking, "Do you miss your ex?" "Are you two officially over?" "Is there someone else?" "Was she cheating?" "How did it go down?"
Like, I didn't want to be rude, or anything, but it was kind of personal.
Well... I guess I can tell you how it went down, since I'm telling you this whole story anyways.
But you have to promise not to tell the media, alright?
Because... Dear God, they loved spreading rumors and developing the truth into something outrageous.
Anyway. It wasn't really anything special. We were kind of just sitting there when she said, "Louis, I can't do this anymore."
That's all she'd said. At first, I thought she was joking. But then she told me she had a life and she had to go places, and the world was too big for us to stay together. I tried to convince her that we could make it work, we could do a long-distance relationship, but...
Yeah, no. The feeling was not mutual.
So she left, and is probably out enjoying her life. I can't really say the same.
Do you know what the hardest part about letting go is? If you've ever been in a relationship, a real relationship, and they dumped you, then you should.
The hardest part about letting go is knowing that they--she--already did.
The boys were being helpful, I guess, and they were always trying to cheer me up, but sometimes I just needed to be alone.
Which, in case I didn't make that clear before, was impossible for me.
You know, though... since it was such a cold day, maybe the park would be sort of empty.
It wasn't raining anymore, but who in their right mind would go to the park on a day whose temperature was just above freezing? Everyone wanted to stay inside.
So, naturally, those who want to be alone would be outside... taking their chance to have some goddamn time to think...

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