I never thought I'd be here, talking to all these young teenagers, who are looking rather bored sitting here, listening to me teach. Heck, I know when I was a kid I hated being stuck in school, having my brain being stuffed with useless information when I could of been out with Kurt, enjoying life.
"If anyone has any questions do not hesitate, just come to me after class. I'll be here." I walked over to my beat up desk and took a seat on top of it just as the bell rang. I sighed when I realized no students had stayed after to talk to me.
At 3 o'clock there was a slight knock on the door to my classroom. "Come in," I called out to the empty classroom. Whoever had knocked on the door had been standing there quietly while I sat, still grading papers from the last class.
"M-Mr. A-Anderson?" The girl spoke softly.
"Yes?" I finally looked up to see who it was. I tried to hold in my gasp, but I just couldn't. This girl looks so much like he did. Her porcelain skin was just shining elegantly in the sunlight that was coming from the cracked window. It looked so much like his.
"...-nderson? A- are you there?" The girl asked, waving a hand in my face, clearly amused. My eyes were filled with tears that were bound to overflow. When I reached to wipe them away, a startled voice came from the girl.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" The girl asked worriedly. Of course I was not okay! For 5 seconds there I believed My Kurt had come back to me!
"It's okay... um..."
"I'm Katy,"
"Okay, well hello Katy, What can I do for you?"
"What happened there, Mr. Anderson?" I was hesitant to tell her what had happened.
"W-well... I-it's just that... you reminded me of someone."
"Your... your husband?" she asked curiously, you could tell she was nervous.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?" I yelled. NO ONE should know about that. It was the past. About 10 years today to be exact.
"Well it's not a secret, Mr. Anderson. We all know what happened and we are all here for you."
NO! No one knows what happened! What really happened?"
"He fell down the stairs. Did he not?" She was confused. It wasn't the truth though. My Kurt was gay, obviously. No one wanted us here in Ohio but it's what Kurt had wanted so we stayed here. When the police got to our place they put in the report that Kurt fell down the flight of stairs that led to the apartment. It's not what happened at all.
"No! No one knows what really happened. I didn't tell anyone!"
"Well, Mr. Anderson. D- did you kill your husband?" Katy slowly backed away.
"Of course not!" My Kurt was the center of my world. The only thing I could rely on. He was beautiful.
"Did you want to tell me? Take the load off of your chest?"
"I-I'm not sure. Kurt didn't want me to tell anyone and I never break my promises, Katy."
"Kurt wouldn't want it to be a burden on you, would he?"
"I still love him, okay? I feel like I am breaking his trust in me if I did tell you. Which I will not."
"Okay, okay Mr. Anderson. I know you don't trust to tell me, but if you ever need to talk come find me."
That night I went home and thought about if Kurt were still here what he would do if I told I miss him dearly and not to give up hope and have courage like I did so long ago.
"Kurt, I love you." I swear I could hear him respond with, "Love you."
