Please note, this is a translation of the French-language story 'Avancer sans toi', by 'Blaine Warbler'. If you read French, check out the original and her other stories! Her writing is gorgeous and I hope I do it some justice.
Both the original author and this translator would greatly appreciate any feedback/comments! Thank you for reading.
(Everything that follows is the original fanfic, disclaimer, promotion and all (btw the fic she's talking about is really really good), translated.)
Disclamer: Obviously, the characters don't belong to me.
Title: Moving on without you.
Author: Me
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: T
Blabla: Short one shot that I wrote reeeally quickly. Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think!
Shameless advertising xD: Because a little bit of self-promotion never hurt anyone…I've co-written a fic with my sister called 'Courage', written under the name 'Tic-and-Tac'. It's also Klaine, so if that's your thing…(=
Love,
I suppose it's a bit stupid to write you a letter you're never going to read. A letter saying things I'll never be able to say to you – saying things I'll never be able to say in front of anyone again. A letter, however, that will accompany you where…where you're going.
Sweetheart…I just want to know if you're happy where you are. Have you found your mother? Have you forgotten your life already? Are you anywhere, or…? So many questions, and yet no answers…
Oh god, I miss you so much. So, so much.
I still can't believe you're not here anymore, that you'll never be beside me again. That I'll never again see your smile, nor hear your laugh, dry your tears…That I'll never taste your skin against my lips, never run my fingers through your hair…
I still can't believe. I won't believe – that I'll never hear you speak again – that I'll never hold you in my arms, sleep by your side – it kills me. Oh God, it's killing me. Every day.
Without you, I don't live. I survive. I eat what I need to, I get out of bed because I have to, I breath because I don't have a choice. But I don't know how to laugh anymore – not even how to smile. I just can't. Not without you.
I like to lie still in the night. It makes me think that maybe I don't have to do anything except wait for death so I can finally see you again.
I'm scared of tomorrow, Kurt. I'm scared of seeing the coffin, of putting this letter in it beside you. I'm scared of seeing you there, lifeless. Of finally seeing, finally knowing that it's really all over. That you are dead.
Love, I know one day we'll find each other again. But while I wait, I have to learn how to live again. How to live without you. I have to learn to move on without you.
Oh God, I love you. Forever.
I love you,
Blaine.
