Moonshine
i'm not myself when you're gone
It was one of those nights, where the moon was full and high, the stars were shining and the whole town was asleep. All except for Louis, of course. Instead he stood barefoot on the beach with his toes in the sand and his eyes scanning the sky,
The stars were something special to him. If you asked though, he wouldn't tell you the reason. He'd just shrug, mutter something under his breath, and continue to stare up at them.
There was the occasion where he'd start talking to the moon. From a distance you'd think he was exchanging words with an old friend. Catching up on things they've missed and just having a good time in general.
But the truth of it all was, Louis was alone. He was as lonely as any person could possibly be without being driven mad. He had his family, yeah, and his friends, but he was something much more important.
He crossed his arms over his chest and pulled his coat tighter around him. The waves barely managed to touch his toes when the waves pushed in but that was okay with him.
With tear filled blue eyes, he looked up at the moon, feeling a knot forming in his throat. But instead of saying anything, he just thought.
He thought about the reason he was alone in the first place. The love of his life, Harry, had drank just a little too much moonshine. Louis wished he could've been there for Harry, but he made it to the hospital too late.
Every full moon for the past four years he did the same thing he was doing that night. He'd whisper into the chill air that he was waiting until he and Harry could reuinite. He'd talk to him at night. But he wasn't really there. He couldn't feel, he couldn't love.
It was this particular night, however, that Louis had something in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it in his hand carefully. A bottle of pills for his depression.
He popped the cap open and let a few fall into his palm. He stared down at them carefully. Was he gonna do it?
Louis poured them back into the bottle. All but two. The two he kept he shoved in his mouth and choked down. He stuffed the bottle back in his pocket and shook his head.
"Not tonight, my moonshine," he whispered under his breath. He looked back up at the stars, feeling even more alone than before. But that was okay, because he always had the moon.
The stars were something special to him. If you asked though, he wouldn't tell you the reason. He'd just shrug, mutter something under his breath, and continue to stare up at them.
There was the occasion where he'd start talking to the moon. From a distance you'd think he was exchanging words with an old friend. Catching up on things they've missed and just having a good time in general.
But the truth of it all was, Louis was alone. He was as lonely as any person could possibly be without being driven mad. He had his family, yeah, and his friends, but he was something much more important.
He crossed his arms over his chest and pulled his coat tighter around him. The waves barely managed to touch his toes when the waves pushed in but that was okay with him.
With tear filled blue eyes, he looked up at the moon, feeling a knot forming in his throat. But instead of saying anything, he just thought.
He thought about the reason he was alone in the first place. The love of his life, Harry, had drank just a little too much moonshine. Louis wished he could've been there for Harry, but he made it to the hospital too late.
Every full moon for the past four years he did the same thing he was doing that night. He'd whisper into the chill air that he was waiting until he and Harry could reuinite. He'd talk to him at night. But he wasn't really there. He couldn't feel, he couldn't love.
It was this particular night, however, that Louis had something in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it in his hand carefully. A bottle of pills for his depression.
He popped the cap open and let a few fall into his palm. He stared down at them carefully. Was he gonna do it?
Louis poured them back into the bottle. All but two. The two he kept he shoved in his mouth and choked down. He stuffed the bottle back in his pocket and shook his head.
"Not tonight, my moonshine," he whispered under his breath. He looked back up at the stars, feeling even more alone than before. But that was okay, because he always had the moon.
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