Chapter 14- Where is he?

                                    

                                          

A/N 
Ok listen up, this chapter might be a little bit weird, never have I done something like this before. It's a shorter chapter than usual, BUT Harry and Louis are not really in this chapter. Why, you may ask? Well read and find out 🤣 It's only a once off, but let me know if it worked. 
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'The soul always knows what it needs to do in order to heal itself, the biggest and hardest challenge is to silence the mind. If you just allow your body and consciousness to rest, the healing will occur by itself. Falling into a pit of grief is the last act of love we give to those we fully gave ourselves to. For where there was once deep grief, there was deep love.'
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The sun had not yet risen, as the living room was still contained with darkness. Louis struggled to pry open his eyes, his vision blurred and hazy. A shiver raced down his spine, causing his body to involuntarily tense as an unsettling sense of worry washed over him. He desperately tried to push himself up from the worn-out lounge, but his weakened state left him feeling unsteady on his feet. 
All night his body had been wracked with sobs, his eyes red and swollen from the tears that refused to abate. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest, leaving a hollow ache in its place, a feeling so palpable he could almost taste it. His face was contorted with pain, his muscles tense and aching from the constant tension that threatened to consume him.
The night had stretched on endlessly, a never-ending parade of agony and despair. His mind refused to rest, tormenting him with visions of what a future without Harry might hold; a desolate wasteland of loneliness and regret is only the beginning. For so long, they had been inseparable, like two halves of the same whole. How could he even begin to imagine a life without him? 
His inner omega whimpered in fear, trembling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. The bond between them was so strong, so all-encompassing, that the thought of severing it was almost too much to bear. And yet, he knew deep down that it was the right thing to do. Harry deserved to be happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness in the process.
The pain has been relentless, unyielding, and it seemed as though it would never end. Every inch of his body felt raw and sore, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming emotions that threatened to swallow him entirely. He had never felt this lost, this alone, this desperate. He prayed for the darkness to take him, to grant him the sweet release of oblivion, but it never came. He was trapped, a prisoner of his own anguish.
As he stood, the room began to spin around him, the walls closing in as his head swarmed with dizziness. His heart ached, an inexplicable pain radiating from his chest, as if each beat sent waves of sorrow through his entire being. He clutched at his chest, hoping to quell the pain, but it only intensified, gripping his emotions and squeezing them mercilessly. 
His mind, clouded with thoughts of Harry, compelled him to yearn for their once vibrant bond, but the image that plagued his thoughts was that of Brad, Harry's future 'mate'. The mere thought of Brad sent a sharp pang through his chest, like daggers piercing his wounded heart. The overwhelming weight of a love that could no longer bloom terrorizing to suffocate him, leaving him gasping for air. 
Desperation filled every fiber of his being, as his voice emerged as a mere whisper, barely audible in the silence of the room. "Harry," he sighed, the name floating from his lips like a fragile prayer. He wanted to call out to his mother, Jay, who lay blissfully asleep and unaware upstairs, but the words became tangled in his throat. Every attempt to speak seemed futile, as if his voice had been stolen by the darkness that encroached upon him.