"Kurt..." Julia breathed, trying to wrap her head around the bold question he had asked. "I know we've been together for barely any time, but I just think we're ready. I need to get out of this fucking city, but I won't leave you." He rambled, his heart thumping so loud, he thought she could hear.
She ran a hand through her hair nervously. It felt like her insides were in knots. "My whole life is here, Kurt, I can't just leave!" She argued, throwing her hands up. He arched his eyebrows in annoyance. "What in this sick fucking city is holding you down?"
She thought of krist, Courtney, Frances, her job, and her satisfaction with how things were going.
She even thought of Dave.
"I finally made it out here! My jobs amazing, my friends are here, and I'm finally ok. I can't fuck myself up all over again." She said calmly, crossing her arms. Kurt felt even more exasperated. "Seriously? What about me, Jules? Are you scared I'll fuck you up?" He countered, raising his voice.
She sighed heavily, frustrated that he wasn't seeing things from her point of view. "I don't know, maybe! That isnt the main point, Kurt. I have a life here. I've finally made something of myself." She grumbled, jabbing her pointer finger at him.
"You're so selfish. I can't believe you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. She swallowed, balling her fists up. Her blood was boiling. She felt like a cartoon character, as if smoke would come shooting from her ears.
"You should leave." She whispered, shuffling to the door, and creaking it open for him. He masked the panic and sadness that was stirring around within him with a blank look. He slowly walked towards the door, fighting back the urge to turn around and look at her.
She watched as his slim figure disappeared into the black night, feeling everything slip away again, just as it had with Dave.
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everlong
Fanfiction'if anything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again.'
