Inspired greatly by All Time Low's song Painting Flowers. To me it is such a sad song and I am sleep deprived and a Klaine shipper so this is what my brain does...it is very short, but I felt like I had to get this down. It was difficult to write, because honestly I was crying...(Why do I write such sadness?)
Kurt, Blaine, glee belong to: RIB
We're in the maze again. The one in his garden, made of the hedges. He was always so good with plants. He skips ahead, looking adorable as usual with his watering can, giving all of his flowers equal attention. I grab the watering can from him playfully. He reaches for it and I run with a coy smile. He chases me around the maze until we reach the center filled with a collection of his most favorite flowers. I stop at the beautiful fountain and he grabs for the watering can, landing in my arms, smiling that beautiful smile. Everything gets dark, I am alone in the blacks. Suddenly there is nothing and I am falling through it.
I gasp and open my eyes. I am in my room sitting on my bed. I look at the empty place beside me on the bed, I can almost see him laying there peacefully asleep. I blink, the image is gone. I look at his photo and take in in my hands. He is in his garden, surrounded by the plants he loved so much. My tears fall onto the glass of the frame. How I miss him, how i would give anything to see his face, and feel whole again. I grab my things and take my daily drive. The drive to his garden. I take his watering can, hoping to once again have him take it from me, but it won't happen. The hedges have died, nothing but bare twigs and branches now. I take my bag and his watering can to the center. The fountain is broken, but his flowers are still there. The only plants I have ever kept alive in my life. My tears join the water from the can as I water his flowers. They smell just like him, my heart aches as I once again remember us getting married in the smallest of ceremonies at this very fountain. I want to go back to that day. I sit on the bench and close my eyes. Seeing his face in my mind, going back to that day. He was so happy, the flowers looked happy. I open my eyes too look at his flowers, they are alive, but they weren't the same without him here. I see a memory of him gracefully skipping around the fountain, greeting all of his plants. I reach out to touch him, but the memory fades away. The flowers, his scent, overwhelms me. I take his picture out of my bag and show him the flowers.
"Look, Kurt, I kept them alive…I kept them alive for you." I look at my paints, my brushes, my easel. He loved it when I painted, I could practically hear him asking me to paint him something. He always asked for flowers. I promised him that I would paint him the perfect flowers, but he will never see them now. I look at the urn I set in the center of the broken fountain, my daily tears streaming down my face. "I'm still painting flowers, for you…" I take my brush and sit at my easel. "I am still...painting flowers for you." I begin my three hundredth painting, hoping that maybe today it will be perfect, though I know in my heart, nothing can ever be perfect, not without him.