Ah, the smell of fresh Blangst and tears.
Live, Love, Leave
Cold. So cold. Why is no one there? Blaine snuggled in his blanket, shivering.
A distant figure looked at him, but he couldn't see the person's eyes. It was just a silhouette, but something about it made tears well up in his eyes.
He wanted the figure for an inexplicable, intense reason, but no matter how far or how fast he ran, it was still just a silhouette, out of reach.
Consciousness crept back onto him, as his mind could take no more of the torturous, endless running.
I love you. Come back, please, please…
No warm body next to him.
No hand in his.
No one.
Alone, alone…
"Kurt!" he called out, and woke up.
There was still no one by his side.
Title was a prompt from a RL friend. Hi, by the way. :)