Graduation day is coming closer and closer. Just two more days.

Two more days of most likely never seeing you again for the rest of my life.

Or if I'm lucky, one day I'll notice you in this large world. When your doing succesful, with a husband, money, house, and I know you'll still be as beautiful as you are now to me.

My thoughts about you still are stuck in my brain.

It's like they have implanted themselves deep inside the creveases of my mind, determined to stay and make me suffer.

My heart aches for you.

And I know it will be hurting for so long.

I love you.

      Louisx

"Our son is valedictorian! Be happy for him." the boy flicnhes once his mothers yells those words outside his shut bed room door in the living room.

"I'm fucking estatic! But he's still not a man! He doesn't have a girlfriend or friends, he's a damn loner, Jay!" his father's voice booms louder inside the home and Louis' eyes flutter closed, his heart stinging as if knives have just been plunged through the organ.

"He could do what he want!" Louis silently roots for his mother in his head as he listens to the loud conversation. His heart beats rapidly agasint his rib cage and he feels like interferring with the conversation to get his point across but he can't, he doesn't have the courage to do that. He sighs shakily, noticing that's just what his father is talking about. He's a complete wuss. He always will be because that's who he is. He's insecure and definetly not confident. He hears his father yell in frustration and all the color drains from the boy's face as his bed room door opens quickly, banging loudly agaisnt the wall, sure to leave a dent.

He sees his the angry eyes of his father staring back at him as his mother stands behind the man with wet cheeks and glossy eyes. "Louis." his father sighs, his breath trembling as he tries to simmer down the anger that boils inside him. Both of his parents walk inside his room, closing the door behind them. "I have a question." his father's voice is too calm, scaring the boy a bit. The man sits on the edge of Louis' bed, stareing at him intently. "What would you like to be when you grow up?" Louis licks his dry lips, and darts his gaze away from his father, contemplating an answer.

"I don't know." he responds, shrugging his shoulders. His father sighs again.

"If you had to choose between-I don't know, be a famous athlete or be a writer, what would you be?" Louis knows what the correct answer is, but he doesn't want to say it because he knows what he would definetly choose. He looks at his mother who isn't trying at all to make eye contact with him, and this shouldn't be such a big, scary moment in his life because whatever he chooses, most parents would be happy about it either way, but not his father.

"I would be a writer." Louis responds hesitently and quietly. An instant pain is felt on his cheek as a yelp comes past his mother's lips. The boy's shaky hand makes it's way up to his cheek and he glides the rough pads of his fingers against the stinging flesh.

"Why did you slap him?" his mother questions, yelling at him in front of her son.

"He'a not who I want him to be! I'm trying to get sense into him!" his father yells back.

Later, the screaming match is finally over. Louis lays under his duvet, it only reaching up to his waist so his torso is exposed. His pillow gets wet from the fallen tears that escapes past the boy's blue eyes and soft sobs break out past his lips, and he falls asleep just like that, thinking about everything that goes on around him, but mostly thinking of her.

(When this story is over I will tell you when it is, which is very soon.

So, bye and ily.)