Your Memories Haunt Me
I watched him quietly. He had his head in his hands and was sobbing softly into his palms. I could see shiny tears dripping from underneath his hands that traced down the contours of his perfect face. I wanted to cry with him, but I unfortunately could not. I was rooted in my spot, paralyzed because I couldn't take seeing him like this. He moved one hand from his face and reached out to grab a picture frame with a photo of two people in love in it. One was him, beaming his usual 100-watt smile and the other was... me.
"Kurt," he said softly through his sobs. "Why, Kurt? WHY DAMMIT?" He banged his fist against the desk he was leaning against.
I turned my back and walked away from the sight, my heart breaking again.
He and I were the best of friends for what seemed like years, though in reality it was only about one year. Still, it didn't take me long to fall in love with him mostly because he was charming, talented, and very handsome. It took him a lot longer to fall for me, but when he did, my world opened up and the sun was finally allowed to shine on me. I could feel the warmth that I had been longing for forever. At least for eight years since the only real warmth I had in my life died. She was my mother. I love my father, but he was never as bright-shining as her. She was beautiful and sweet. When I found him, however, my world changed and I was happy.
We were inseparable. We did everything together. He and I went to Kings Island for a weekend one summer with his parents and my family. Everyday he would kiss me at the very top of the Beast and told me he loved me as we plummeted down the large rollar-coaster hill. I loved him more than anything. He was the knight in shining armor I had dreamt about my whole life. Ever since I could remember I was always like Cinderella or Ariel, jaded of my old life and so desperately wanting a new one. When I found him, there he was... my new life. Everything that I wanted and more. I wasn't really sure how I found such an amazing guy for me.
One night we were laying in his dorm room at the Academy. I told my parents I was staying at Dalton because of the amount of homework I had to finish. He offered for me to stay in his room for that night and I of course gladly accepted. We had been dating for almost a month then. I knew I loved him because every time my eyes met his, it was like watching fireworks or singing opera. It was just intense.
"I love you," he said to me in that rich, gorgeous voice he had.
"I love you too," I replied back with a goofy grin on my face.
He traced his finger along my chest that was shirtless. I placed my hand on his own shirtless chest and stared at it, in awe at the sight of the contrasting colors: my hand was pure white against his tanned flesh. It was decorated with hairs, but I found it somewhat attractive. It would only be on him, though. No one else could pull of chest hair like he could. I bit my lip. He moved in and kissed me on my lips, his large palm connecting with the back of my neck. He in-twined his fingers into the hair back there and his thumb gently moved. I relaxed into his touch and his kiss. I moved the hand that was resting against his chest up to his shoulder where it then rested. Pretty soon I had crawled ontop of him and was making-out with him fiercely. He had his hands all over my body, rubbing circles on my back and rubbing my biceps over and over. Soon his hands were on my pants; I felt his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping them. Pretty soon they were tossed to the side and I was left in my heart-printed boxer-briefs. He smirked as he noticed my vicious and throbbing hard-on, but just kept continuing kissing me. I undid his pants for him and pretty soon we were both shirt-less and pants-less.
"Tell me when I go to far," he murmmered against my ear. I shuddered. Chill bumps ran up and down my arms and thighs. He slipped off the last remaning article of clothing I was wearing and I slipped off his. I took him in my hands and began to pump. He broke the kiss and hissed softly. He threw his head back and let me work. My mouth moved to his neck and kissed him deeply there, sucking and biting soflty until it was thoroughly red.
"Baby," he muttered softly. "I'm gonna..."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "Just let it happen."
He nodded and soon the liquid splattered onto my hand and stomach. He looked at me with precious hazel-golden eyes. "God," he said softly.
"My turn?" I said quietly, hoping to get my own satisfaction out of this. He nodded at me and slid underneath my body, making my eyes open wide. "Wait..."
"Just let it happen," he said with a wicked smirk and took me into his mouth and Oh My God did it feel amazing. He sucked and sucked, hollowing out his mouth and licking the head of it. I moaned out his name over and over, sometimes grunting when his mouth took it all in. I came in his mouth and he swallowed it. All of it. He returned to his normal spot and I rested ontop of him. He laid his arms around me.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Great," I said with a yawn. It had been the first time he had given me oral-sex and it was just... amazing. "How are you?"
"Never been better. I'm perfect." He smiled and moved his hand up to my hair and stroked it. I shifted my weight so my whole body was no longer on him and moved to his side. I rested my head against his warm chest.
"You're amazing," I said.
"You're even more amazing," he replied.
I woke up that morning laying on his chest. His hand had snaked around my waist somehow. I grinned and lifted up to meet his eyes which were fluttering open.
"Goodmorning, sunshine," I said to him, kissing his lips softly.
"Goodmorning," he repeated, kissing me back and deepening the kiss. "Mm. You taste good even in the mornings."
I blushed at that. "You're just saying that. I probably have the worst morning breath ever."
"No. You really don't. Would I lie to you?" His eyes were illuminated by the sunlight filtering in from his flimsy white curtain over his window. I could see all of the colors in his irises; there were hints of green, gold, brown, and blue. How did one have such pretty eyes? I shook my head.
"If you did, I would hurt you." I chuckled softly and he followed suit.
"How did I ever find a guy like you?" he asked, mainly to himself.
"Well, I think I found you first. It took you a long time to find me."
"No. I always had you... I was just blind for awhile." He grinned a very toothy grin and I blushed like mad. For a guy who claimed that he wasn't good at romance, he was really good at romance. Maybe he just didn't think about it. Maybe it was just a gift that he didn't know he had. Either way, he could always make my heart soar, no matter what he said. He could say "you look like you were having gas pains" and my heart would still beat for him.
That morning we went out to the Westerville mall, and I picked out a fabulous outfit for him. All the while we held hands and didn't care about the judging looks being shot at us from the more conservative folk of Ohio. It didn't matter. I've always wanted a boyfriend to show off, no matter how many looks we attracted and how many bad names were thrown at us. I was blissfully happy and so was he. We had found each other's other halves.
I stayed the night once more and we went all the way, past third base and straight into home. It was awkward and a bit sloppy, but absolutely perfect. I was sure no one else's first time had ever been this great. I knew that I would always remember this. That morning I woke up before him and left him a note.
Have I mentioned that you look hot even when you're asleep?
I love you.
-K
I had to drive home to grab some clothes. All the while I was grinning from ear to ear, listening to a mix of Adele, Katy Perry, Michael Buble, and Lady Gaga. I wasn't really paying very close attention to the road I suppose because a drunk driver passed over into my lane and hit my car head-on.
I just remember everything going black.
And it stayed that way.
A/N: Okay! Hopefully this will be a multi-chapter fic. Just to let you know, I'm AWFUL at updating. I get really lazy and I loose my muse. Though reviews keep me strong, so if I get a lot of reviews and such, I will continue this for awhile. It just depends, however.
This is going to be a VERY sad fic and can often be very haunting.
Also, you may have noticed I don't place the name of the other character along with the narrator in there. It's probably not a secret, but his name probably won't be mentioned at all. Neither will the narrators, really, but I wanted to make his identity more known. If you don't like it this way, tell me.
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NOTE! THIS STORY IS UN-BETA'd. IT MAY HAVE MISTAKES. I APOLOGIZE.