by Cloudsong » Wed Mar 02, 2011 3:04 pm
Kurt felt guilty as he heard the disappointment in her voice. He knew that really the right the to do would be to tell her that she hadn't done anything wrong, but something inside him just allow himself to do it. It was as if there was an invisible wall in between the two of them, and he couldn't pull himself together to break it. Without another word, he silently turned and began to walk away. His steps were soundless and quick, and he ignored the stares from people that he recognized from school.
His house was in the front-line, over-looking the ocean. It was a beautiful mansion; three stories high, with an eloquent garden out in front. A regal gate stretched around the entire property, to keep trespassers out. Kurt slipped his key out of his pocket, sliding the key into the lock and turning to open the door. No one was there to greet him. It neither surprised him, nor worried him; his parents spent as little time as they could at home. That way, they didn't have to feel guilty that they didn't speak to their son often.
He quietly climbed the steps to his room, slamming the door behind him as he was inside. Someone had obviously been in here, tidying up. His bed was made, and his desk cleared. He grit his teeth together, annoyed; the cleaning lady that came here always would mess everything up, so that he wouldn't be able to find it later. Usually this would have annoyed him much more, but now, he just sighed, going over to his bed, and sitting down. He looked out the window, watching the ocean.
His house lay in the perfect spot for Kurt; it was in front of a beach where not many people went swimming at. It was great, for that reason, because he could go out onto the sand and hang out by himself without anyone to bother him. After a long while of just sitting there, Kurt slowly rose to his feet, grabbing his guitar from its stand, and taking the scraps of staff paper that he had written his recent songs on. As he left the house, guitar in hand, his steps directed him to a place no one would find him.
The beach was beautiful at that time of the day; with the sun slowly setting, it gave him just enough light to see, and play. He strummed the strings of his instrument, though only half-heartedly. His mind was else-where.

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