Author's note: This is my second fan fiction story I have published on this site, this story contains character death so if you want to read a story with a happy ending you have definitely not come to the right place and should stop reading NOW! Hope you enjoy, I put a lot of heart into this.
Not All Promises Were Broken
His pale face stayed frozen in time as the autumn breeze swept dozens of crisp leaves into the air, sailing above life and drifting silently into the heavens.
I can remember it. Life. I can remember his hands slowly gracing over my porcelain face, the mocha brown curls that would silently fall and cover his mesmerizing eyes. I can remember it all. That's the hard part, remembering something you can never relive. It breaks my heart every time I think about it, when I think about how I will never get to kiss his nose, or run my fingers through his soft un-gelled hair ever again. I struggle to hold onto life, because I know it's done holding on to me.
Quiet sobs rang throughout the chilly air. Blaine stood above a head stone crying as he attempted to read a letter while sobs racked his body at the thought. The thought of Kurt. Blaine dreaded every morning that he woke up because he knew the day ahead of him held no Kurt and that everyday ahead would never hold Kurt. He was gone.
He didn't let go, he would never let go. He clutched on to the silent memories of everyday they had ever spent together. Every second of those days played throughout his head. They were supposed to grow old together and die together because they were never supposed to say goodbye.
"I'll never say goodbye to you." Kurt whispered in his ear as he clasped to Blaine.
The memory sent tears streaming down his cheeks as he remembered the feel of Kurt held tight to him. He missed all of it.
He was angry, angry that god took him from him. He wondered if Kurt was born again. He had always envied birds for their freedom. Every day he wondered if Kurt was flying above Paris, above the clouds, above life itself, just floating above the earth in peace. Kurt had always wanted to go to Paris, he had even promised Kurt he would take him there, he had promised that one day they would stand on the top level of the Eiffel Tower and look out over it all. That would never happen. But it gave him hope to think Kurt had got there and would be ever floating above Paris, soaring through the clouds. Not all promises were broken.
