NICOLA
Louis could honestly say, without much doubt (which in and of itself was a feat), that he hadn't felt this way in a long, long time.
When he'd left home a few months ago to seek the help he'd needed, desperately so, he'd had no idea of what the result may be. He was so lost in years worth of tangled thoughts and fears that he couldn't even imagine what he wanted to be, what he was allowed to be, what he wanted to be again. Would he ever be able to get back to where he was? Was that who he'd wanted? Where did he want to be and what would it take to achieve that? It didn't seem possible, figuring it all out.
That had been the problem, hadn't it? That he saw no light at the end of the tunnel.
As he stared across the room at Nicola, Louis slowly grinned. He knew now that light could have many sources, and she was the brightest of them all.
"Would you like to take a walk with me?" he asked from the doorway. Louis' hand rested on the door frame, already looking to push off on the hopefully memorable stroll.