Dear Kurt,
It's been seventeen days since you have been gone.
Seventeen days since I got the call from the hospital saying you were on the verge of death.
Seventeen days since I rushed to the hospital to see you; bruised and broken on the stiff white sheets of that crappy hospital bed.
Your arm was broken. Your leg was too. Trauma to the head, they said. It was a miracle you hadn't been killed on the spot, they said.
And I had hope, a tiny, glimmer of hope that planted and grew in my heart. Hope that you were going to be okay. I cried a lot that day, but you were not awake.
It was hours after you had been checked in that the doctor told me you had passed. Her face was a plastic mask of insincerity as she told me;
"Kurt Hummel has passed, Blaine."
I didn't cry then. I left the hospital without going back to see you after she said;
"Kurt Hummel has passed, Blaine."
But that was seventeen days ago. I miss you, Kurt. I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Until We Meet Again: Klaine
Fiksi Penggemar"I thought of you with love Today but that is nothing new. I thought about you Yesterday and days Before that too. I think of you in silence I often speak your name. All I have are memories and Your picture in a frame." -Unknown
