Addiction

Louis sat in silence, staring at the wall before him. Where did it go wrong?, he thought to himself. It seems that he's often placed in this situation. Always faced with his own thoughts and doubts. Yet, it was different this time. Now he couldn't ignore it. He needed to fix everything, no matter how many scars he would earn in the process. The only sound that could be heard was Louis' heavy breathing. "I never know what's going on. I never understand the world. Why am I so clueless?" Louis asked, hoping someone would answer, so he wouldn't have to. But sadly, no one can answer his question, ever. Though, there's always someone to make him feel like his life doesn't lose all of it's meaning, this solution is not just a lost cause. The curly haired, emerald eyed, fragile minded fellow. He was the answer to Louis' addiction.