He used to squander Hannah Winter's love for him without restraint, using it as an excuse to let the young woman, who was merely a year older than him, face the darkness alone.
He trod on her, allowing her to struggle in the muck on his behalf, and he stepped on her body without a shiver of guilt, climbing towards the pinnacle of life.
But once she's gone.
He's forced to face it all.
He feels an unending dread, even fatigue.
The youth hung his head low, standing in the dark, his clean young face full of unease and depression.
"Tiffany."
After a while, he murmured.
She was the source of all his strength, always appearing in his mind when he was weary and supporting him.
But now... what echoed in his ears was the girl's soft voice and caring gaze.
She truly cares about him.
Louis tells himself this, trying hard to ignore the slight unease in his heart.
She would still shield him like before, right?
Nothing will change.
Nothing will.
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