Flash: Kurt
Kurt´s old truck was practically flying like a torpedo, ignoring the speedbumps on the road.. He drove his car as fast as he could. "Oh my god, no.. Dave, please don´t leave me.." tears were falling from his eyes. He knew he drove against traffic and sometimes he only made it past the other cars with a split of a second to spare. He had Dave´s suicide letter and a small picture of himself with his boyfriend lying beside him on the passenger seat. He had found both in his messenger bag only 7 minutes earlier.
"Please, PLEASE!" His chest was aching and it felt as if he was unable to breath. He jumped out of the car as soon as he made it to Dave´s home. He knew Paul was probably at work. His car wasn´t outside the garage as it usually was.
Kurt´s eyes were fixed on what he knew to be Dave´s bedroom window as he ran to the door as fast as his legs could carry him. He stumbled once but regained his balance. His hand fumbled to get to the doorknob.... Locked.
"Please, PLEASE!" His chest was aching and it felt as if he was unable to breath. He jumped out of the car as soon as he made it to Dave´s home. He knew Paul was probably at work. His car wasn´t outside the garage as it usually was.
Kurt´s eyes were fixed on what he knew to be Dave´s bedroom window as he ran to the door as fast as his legs could carry him. He stumbled once but regained his balance. His hand fumbled to get to the doorknob.... Locked.