37. LAST TIME

I don't know how to stop my thoughts, maybe I know how to, maybe I just don't wanna try. He thought as he lain down on the bed with emptiness and regret filling up his mind. He was not crying but few drops of tear slides down his cheeks as he closed his eyes.

Curling himself into a ball. The cold bed didn't helped him to sleep. He was wide awake as different thoughts thrashed in his mind like the waves of ocean. So heavy and raw with emotions, so deep with tired running thoughts. He was terrified of his own thoughts because he couldn't stop himself from thinking.

Snuggling more into his pillow he searched for warmth, which was missing. He rolled himself into the duvet curling himself to get some warmth. But those sad eyes of her's flashed in his eyes making him snap open his eyes.

Louis knew sleep was far away from him, tonight. He sat up lazily on his bed and decided to read something.