….“The sun never shone how she really wanted it to, it only burnt her flowers, dried up the frog pond and broke her heart.” Kurt snarls with a furrowed brow as he looks down over the small mound of freshly turned over dirt before him.
“T-Then it i-is something you, I a-a-and the s-s-sun have in c-c-common,” Pieter slurs as he takes another swig of his bottle, dragging a dirty sleeve across his mouth, before clumsily offering Kurt a drink.
He turns his head slightly away and holds up a hand up in disapproval. “YOU BASTARD! IT WAS I WHO STOOD BY, WATCHING HER FALL TO PIECES WHEN LEFT! IT WAS I WHO HELD HER HAND AS SHE STEPPED INTO THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS HER LIFE HAD BECOME. I WAS A SAINT IN HER EYES, A SAINT!” he spits venomously.
“You w-weren’t a g-god damn thing b-boy! Y-You we’re a d-distraction f-from her p-pathetic life, a-a number. A-Anyone or anything c-could’ve d-done what you did, SHIT! N-Nothing would’ve achieved t-the same result, i-if not better. S-So don’t t-try to big n-note yourself, b-b-because y-you did SHIT!”
“I DID MORE THAN YOU, I DID ENOUGH!”
“D-Did you save her?”
“W-W-What?” he stammers through twitching lips and furrowed brow.
“A-Are you deaf b-boy? I asked if y-you GOD DAMN s-saved her!” Pieter spits back, spraying a fine mist before him…..