Disclaimer: See disclaimer for Sincerely, Kurt: Part One
Two Weeks Later
One
Everyone had tried their best to cheer up the usually jovial blue mutant, but Kurt was having none of it. Two weeks ago the woman he'd come to love walked, or more literally ran out of his life and he hadn't heard from her since. His e-mails got no response, and his attempts at calling her simply ended in being hung up on. He felt as if his heart had been shattered into a million pieces, and there was no way that those pieces would ever be put back together. Even the Professor had no luck talking to him.
"I'm worried," Storm said as she and the Professor noticed Kurt poking at a plate of food in the kitchen. "He's barely eating, and all he does is mope around. That's not like him Professor."
"No," the Professor sighed. "It isn't. But unfortunately the only thing that can mend a broken heart is time."
"I can hear you, you know," Kurt said from his place in the kitchen. "You're not that far away."
The two apologized sheepishly and continued on their way, leaving Kurt alone once again. It wasn't any surprise to hear their words of concern, he knew that quite a few of the residents at the school were worried about him. He'd basically dropped off the face of the earth after Ami left the school. The horrified look on her face was permanently etched in his mind, and the sight of her running from his grotesque appearance played every time he closed his eyes. Yes, he used to accept his appearance but now he hated it, detested it even. If he looked normal, even if he was still a mutant he might have had a better chance.
What he really wanted was to talk to her. To sit her down and make her listen to him, maybe then she'd see what she had seen when they first met. He sighed, the realization that he just couldn't do that making it's way into his mind. Basically he had no choice but to simply give up, he just couldn't accept that yet. He didn't want to accept it.
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"I'm worried," Storm said as she and the Professor noticed Kurt poking at a plate of food in the kitchen. "He's barely eating, and all he does is mope around. That's not like him Professor."
"No," the Professor sighed. "It isn't. But unfortunately the only thing that can mend a broken heart is time."
"I can hear you, you know," Kurt said from his place in the kitchen. "You're not that far away."
The two apologized sheepishly and continued on their way, leaving Kurt alone once again. It wasn't any surprise to hear their words of concern, he knew that quite a few of the residents at the school were worried about him. He'd basically dropped off the face of the earth after Ami left the school. The horrified look on her face was permanently etched in his mind, and the sight of her running from his grotesque appearance played every time he closed his eyes. Yes, he used to accept his appearance but now he hated it, detested it even. If he looked normal, even if he was still a mutant he might have had a better chance.
What he really wanted was to talk to her. To sit her down and make her listen to him, maybe then she'd see what she had seen when they first met. He sighed, the realization that he just couldn't do that making it's way into his mind. Basically he had no choice but to simply give up, he just couldn't accept that yet. He didn't want to accept it.