“Louis….what happened?” He asked, his voice cracking from the nerves.
“This is all your fault.” Louis replied, holding Hannah tightly in his arms and sobbing over her still body.
“You don’t mean that Louis.” Harry cried.
“I do. I wish you were dead, not Hannah.” Louis spoke coldly, causing Harry to give up, causing Harry to walk away.
Dat wijf moet verder schrijven. Ik wacht al like een maand. ;_;
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