@ikkusu ♡
how could he do this to him? ignore his phone calls? just what did he think he was doing? it was him of all people! his biggest supporter! the only one meant for him! his number one fan! graham nearly crushes the cellphone in his hands before quickly exhaling and forcing himself to calm down. graham had only been awake for a couple of days, but had yet to realize it had been a couple of months before he’d last seen kurt. last seen his eyes burning into him as he plunged that knife into his body enough times to make sure he never woke up again, yet here he was. awake and thriving for attention from the one he loves.
( ✉︎ → kurt please answer. ) ( ✉︎ → i’m scared. i don’t know what’ going on. ) ( ✉︎ → please... ) ( ✉︎ → i don’t know where to go. ) ( ✉︎ → kurt what happened ??? ) maybe the pity card would work, graham’s memory was hazy at the moment as he angrily stared at his phone. he tried one more time, dialing kurt’s phone number and listening to it ring. “pick up. pick up. pick up the fucking phone kurt.” he fumed pathetically. if anything he’d just resort to whiny tears left on kurt’s voicemail. their old place was empty. he’d already tried kurt’s usual spots. now he just found himself walking and walking and more walking.
