this isn't home without you

[Clouis One Shot] As emotions spill over, Clementine deals with the ever-potent struggle of life without Louis.

Louis taught me what it was like to feel as if I had everything in the world all in one place. He taught me everything all over again. How to breathe, how to think, how to feel. And it all felt new with him. Louis wasn't one person, he was ten people. Fifty people. A hundred. He was a thousand suns, a million beating hearts, a billion souls bleeding together as one. He was the happy ending in a sad novel, the best cartoons on an early Saturday morning, the one summer's day during a snowy winter. He was the epitome of life wrapped up in a spiffy, bourgeois coat and a leg-weakening piano composition.