We’re standing in silence now, the space between us heavy with resentment. Kurt’s gaze is sharp, the anger still fresh from all the things you both never said.

“You ruined everything,” you mutter, not looking at him.

He laughs, but it’s bitter, cold. “I didn’t ruin anything. You just couldn’t handle it.”

There’s a fire in your chest, but beneath it, there’s still that echo of the love you once shared. It feels like a distant memory, yet it stings like it was yesterday.

Kurt’s eyes soften for a brief moment, but neither of you move. The love turned into hate, but somewhere deep down, you both know it’s never truly gone.