The Four Seasons after you by @thelesserneptune
Their feet moved in rhythm with the earth’s breathing and the lake’s leaps. The coldness of Louis’ body seeped through Harry’s thin clothing but he still held tight, basking in what he now knew to be the last embrace he would share with the boy. His heart’s beating did not change patterns as it broke, thumb playing with the ring while Louis’ body wreaked with quiet sobs. No hug would have ever been tight enough to hold him together, but the grip they had on each other’s clothes translated the desire to try.
“Can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating?” Louis whispered so his voice would not break, muffled as it was in Harry’s dirty shirt.
“If it breaks, it loves; and if it loves, it is alive.”
Or: Corpse Bride inspired story where, after months of grief and guilt eating away at Harry’s soul, he finds forgiveness and tentative happiness in an advantageous marriage; only, Louis hasn’t quite caught up yet and isn’t ready to let him go so easily, not till death do them part - if that.
