Until We Meet Again: Klaine

I Should've

Dear Kurt,

So it's three in the morning, I have to wake up for school in a few hours, but I can't fall asleep.

My parents said I have to start seeing a therapist. I don't see how it will help.

They said I have to 'come to terms' with what happened before I can open up to my therapist.

So I'm writing 'my feelings' the night of your accident, 24 days ago.

You had just left my house, we had been studying for a test. You said you needed to head back to your house, it was late and you were tired. You promised me that you would come back in the morning to pick me up for shool. I should've had you stay the night.

You left, and you left your jacket at my house. It's still hanging on the back of my door.

You were driving Burt's truck, you were worried you'd have trouble navigating it at night when it was so icy out. I should've driven with you.

While you were driving, you lost control of Burt's truck on ice, it had been snowing all day. You spun into the other lane and were hit by another car.

I can't write anymore. I'm sorry, Kurt, I'm sorry this happenned to you.

I'm crying for the first time in a while.

I miss you, Kurt.