Louis:

The sun was setting. The lake was dark red reflecting the mesmerizing sky. He sat on the cold wooden bench to have a good look of the calm waters. It had been three days since the incident. Tears trickled down his face as the image of his hands on him started replaying in his mind.

'It is our little secret princess. You cannot tell anyone about this'

And so, he didn't. He kept silent until he learned how to stop feeling. He kept silent until he stopped hurting. Louis learned how to live in silence. Even though the silence was deafening. Even though the silence was crushing his insides.