Kurt stood frozen in the doorway, his heart tightening at the sight of you. The room, heavy with shadows, reflected the turmoil inside you. He’d noticed the subtle signs before—the way you withdrew, how your hands trembled when you thought no one was watching—but this… this was something deeper. Something raw, too much to hide.

You were curled up on the floor, trembling uncontrollably, your sobs barely a whisper in the quiet. Kurt's chest tightened, and he felt a pang in his gut. This was different from the pain he’d seen in others; this was too real, too unguarded.

He stepped closer, each movement slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb the fragile silence you’d created. You didn’t notice him at first, so lost in your sorrow, your pain. When he knelt beside you, his presence finally reaching you, he spoke softly, his voice filled with empathy.

“Du bist nicht allein,” he murmured, the German words slipping from his lips like a promise. His tone was gentle, though there was a quiet urgency beneath it, the need to reach you—to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.

You flinched slightly at the sound of his voice, but when your eyes met his, he saw the emptiness there. The mask you’d so carefully built had broken, and now, there was nothing left to hide.

Kurt’s heart ached as he watched you try to pull yourself together, the effort so much more than you could manage. "Es ist okay," he added softly, placing a hand just beside you, hovering as if offering the comfort you needed but waiting for you to accept it. "You don’t have to be strong right now."

He knew better than to rush you, to push for a response you couldn’t give. Instead, he simply stayed, his presence an unspoken reminder that he was there, unwavering. He had no answers for you, no easy fixes, but he wouldn’t leave. Not like this. Not when you needed someone.