Dear Kurt,
I haven't gone to school this week. I can't do it, Kurt. I can't walk in that choir room and see your empty chair and everyone will expect me to sing.
And they'll think I'm such a jerk because I'm not emotional. Not visibly.
People keep calling me to see if I'm alright. Is it even possible to be alright?
I don't awnser the calls. I want to talk to you. Maybe if I had five more minutes with you I could tell you how great you looked, I don't think I told you the last time I saw you. But you did look great.
The night of the accident, you had just left my house. You had told me you were going to come back in the morning, remember?
You promised that you'd come back.
But you didn't.
Promises mean nothing to me now.
I miss you a lot.
YOU ARE READING
Until We Meet Again: Klaine
Fanfiction"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
