"......"
"Hik…*Sob*... dammit… *Sob*.. s-so.. stupid.. Hik *Sniff* *Sob*..."
Kurt stood perfectly motionless in the shadow of the privacy wall, as he watched the once confident star of the Rivertonian representatives break down in tears.
'.... I feel sorry for the kid, I really do. But at the end of the day, she's not my problem. Whatever is going on with you, Nichole Firestar, I hope you feel better soon.'
He slowly turned back, making no sound against the tile, as he prepared to exit the room and continue his escape.
Swish
The sudden sound of metal rings sliding sharply against a copper rod echoed through the dim room. The curtains had been aggressively yanked aside, casting light in the dark.
SLAM!
Right as Kurt reached the handle of the door, the echoing crash of the window frame being violently forced open cut through the quiet room next. A panicking wave of anxiety shot straight through his chest.
'Damn it, she's not about to do something rash, is she?!'
