(COME BACK-VERSE) - "I want to believe in more than you and me."
This sappy little gem was inspired by Ingrid & the college rp-verse I've been writing with Birdy. WARNING. This is kind of sad. Yeah.
The rest of Thanksgiving break passed by in a blur. Nothing felt real. He half expected Kurt to show up while he was loading up his car for the trip back to New Haven. "I changed my mind. We can do this. We're going to be okay. I love you."
Of course, nothing of the sort happened. Instead, he logged on to Facebook to see that Kurt Hummel was now single. He nearly threw his laptop out the window.
the storm is coming but I don't mind people are dying, I close my blinds
The last time he had cried was when they said goodbye. Clutching the soft fabric of Kurt's sweater and burying his head in his chest. Please, don't go. We can do this. Please. all that I know is I'm breathing now
The next time he cried wasn't until he was back in his dorm, surrounded by pictures and other intangible memories of the two. He ripped the photos off his bulletin board one by one and shoved them in a box under his bed. Maybe someday he would be able to look at them again without feeling that dull ache in his chest. (But not anytime soon.) i want to change the world instead I sleep i want to believe in more than you and me
He threw himself into his studies. In fact, for awhile, it was the only time he left his dorm. His passion for the sciences emerged at the forefront. If he couldn't fix them, maybe he could try to fix other things. Maybe he could fix people. Figure out what makes them tick. Figure out why they insist on hurting one another. but all that I know is I'm breathing all I can do is keep breathing all we can do is keep breathing now all that I know is I'm breathing all I can do is keep breathing. all we can do is keep breathing
After a week of being cooped up in his room with gratuitous amounts of ice cream and 'When Harry Met Sally' looping in the background, he finally let his roommates drag him out to a party. It was a bad idea, he knew it was a bad idea. He clutched the red solo cup perhaps a little too tightly. All of his limbs felt awkward and heavy. He felt so out of place amongst the drunken laughter and chatter of his classmates. Eyes burned the back of his skull. Someone was watching him. He didn't like it. all we can do is keep breathing all we can do is keep breathing all we can do is keep breathing all we can do is keep breathing all we can do is keep breathing now
He turned to find himself face to face with a boy he recognized from his Chemistry class. The brunette stood a few inches taller than him with stunningly familiar features to boot. Anyone who ever met Kurt would go on to roll their eyes when they saw the two together.
"Hi, I'm Brenden."
The pictures on the bulletin board were replaced and Blaine Anderson kept breathing.