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You sat against Kurt's bed with his usual cover wrapped around you, your whole body just slumped over as you stared off into nothingness, the quietness of the house seeming to eat at you each second that went by.
You looked at the now mute tv as you saw headline after headline of Kurt's death on each news station, your heart dropping every single time the words passed by.
Why would he do this, is all that rang through your mind over and over again, torturing you as you tried to wrap your head around the mere fact that Kurt was gone....
Your best friend was gone and he wasn't coming back. He wasn't pulling some prank to freak you out. He wasn't getting ready to poke his head in and laugh as he poked you, saying how gullible you are.
He's really gone....
You had just seen him a mere day ago and you didn't want to let him go then. But it happened. And now you felt like shit from even replaying that memory. But you can't help it. Everytime you look at the tv you see his blue eyes staring back at you and your heart races, that memory coming back full force.
Those blue eyes is all you keep seeing. And the worst part is, you won't get to see them anymore....
He won't look at you with that beautiful smile while he sings. He won't look at you with those beautiful eyes as he holds his baby girl in his arms, that proud dad look on his face.
You can't hug your best friend anymore. You can't talk to him anymore. He won't call you up randomly just to have a midnight talk. He won't show up at your place just to hang out or jam.
He just.... won't.
You softly placed your head against your curled up knees as you sighed, tears softly streaming down your face.
