December 23rd 2019, 20 days after Louis' death.

Dear Louis,

I don't think I've ever felt this alone, Sunshine. You were my light, how do I see without my light?

I'm thinking of telling everyone the truth about what Simon said, it's not fair that he can say a load of lies and get away with it. What should I do? I'm loosing my mind again.

You turn 28 tomorrow love, I wish I could sing to you.

Love H.