Are immortals ment for love?

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Harry had vowed earlier that he really believed in true love. But with the death of his Lou... Harry didn't know if he was meant for love. Those he ever cared about were long gone by now. Was he destined to walk this earth alone? For how long should he have to suffer so? He has tried many times to be reunited with Louis, all of them failed. Everytime he closed his eyes thinking it was the last time he would have to,  He'd see those beautiful blue eyes staring at him... a soft caress on his cheek would make him think Lou was in front of him, and they were just lounging around all day and he accidentally fell asleep and Louis was just waking him up by touching him to make him some more tea. But the sad truth was every time Harry opened his eyes, he'd see the same thing he did when he closed them. The ceiling or the sky, He wouldn't feel Louis touches anymore. No he would feel the cold water beneath him, or the warm blood. Everytime he tried to get back to his Louis, more time would pass, and Harry would be alone once more. So he stopped. He stopped trying, and his heart grew cold and unforgiving. 

He started to stay away from the world. Not caring about all the new shiny things. Why did they matter when Louis wasn't here to see them with him, and joke about how so much has changed. So Harry stuck to a small house for himself on the beach of the coast of some British town. Harry forgot the name of it long ago. He would just stare at the ocean, the ocean that reminded him so much of his love's eyes. Until one day, a voice called out to him from behind. At first Harry rubbed it off, thinking he finally had gone mad. But when they called out again, this time Harry turned around and almost fell over right there. There standing in front of him was his Louis. Harry finally smiled after so long. " Lou...." he barely whispered. The boy in front of him smiled and held out his hand, which Harry gladly took. Smiling when the familiar warmth of Louis hand was on him. A warmth that was dearly missed. Not caring that he couldn't feel or see anything else other than his Louis leading him into the waves of the ocean. Later on the news it would show a story of a death of a man being struck by strange lighting near the ocean. The lighting that finally let him join his love on the other side.

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