This is a mini/one shot/drabble type thing from a prompt I received on tumblr.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the pathological need to evoke emotion in people.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since it had happened. Two weeks that had felt like two decades. Not hearing his laugh, not feeling his warmth, not holding him in her arms. He was gone. There was no one to comfort her when she cried over a silly movie, no one to sing to with when they cooked dinner, no one to laugh with at a stupid joke on TV. He was gone.
Rachel tried to pinpoint the exact moment when it happened. It was early, around nine thirty in the morning. They had met for coffee before school, and it was pleasant. That was until one rogue taxi took a wrong turn and he was gone.
There was no noise, only the thud of a halting taxi. She didn't know what made her turn around, nothing provoked her, but when she did, her whole world crumbled around her. There he was laying on the icy cold road, not bleeding, but severely bruised. Not breathing, not living. He was gone.
The rest is a blur of noise, lights, tears. A hysteria of something she thought she would never have to experience, something nothing could ever prepare her for.
Out of her daze, she refocused her vision to a photo of them both, standing by the bikes they rode around their apartment on the first day in it. They were both so young, so aspirational, so full of hope. Nothing could touch them, not harsh words, not bitchy gossip or dirty looks. They had each other and that was all that mattered.
That was until he was gone. She hated herself for letting him cross that road. She had been told repeatedly that it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have done anything to stop it. But it was too late. She had shut herself away from the world after the funeral. Her best friend, the closest thing she ever had to a sibling. Her biggest fan and her greatest critic. Her Kurt.
But he was gone.