In my early years, my father gave me an advice that I've thinking about till this day.

"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "Don't judge people by their appearances."

Since then I've been trying to follow his advice but it didn't work for me sometimes, till the day I met him, Mr. Anderson.

"When I came back to New York I felt sick, I couldn't look at people the same way I did the first time I came to New York, everything was different and I felt like a hallow shell. This is all that I felt towards the city since Anderson."

"Who is Mr. Anderson?" Dr. Potter asked me, seeming to be interested in knowing who the man is.

"Mr. Anderson?" I said as I turned around and started to look through the window, which was frosted from the cold weather out there, "Mr. Anderson is one of the most hopeful men I have ever met in my life."

"mhm," Dr. Potter said as he wrote down in his notebook.

"It was the summer of 1922; the Wall Street was at its peak of success, money was being flowing in like crazy and many young people wanted to work at the Wall Street, including myself. When I graduated from Yale I wanted to be a writer, but one can't always get what one wants, so I among with the others applied for a job in Wall Street and became a bond salesman. I rented a small house in Long island in West Egg village, a village near the city and my job. My humble little house was squeezed between two enormous castles that belonged to the crème de la crème of the people. The one that was on the right of my house was just an imitation of Hotel de la Ville in Normandy, something that came out from a fairytale with two towers on the side, a big yard and a swimming pool, this was Anderson's castle."

"My house was an eye sore compared to the Anderson's mansion. Thankfully, mine was a small eyesore that can go unnoticed due to the amazing one beside it. I could see the shore from my house, across the water you could see the luxurious houses of East Egg where my cousin, Kurt and his husband David Karovesky lived with a beautiful young daughter with the name, Elizabeth. I was invited for dinner over there that day and this is where it all really began." I said as I turned to accept the cup of green tea from Miss Baker with a smile muttering a quiet "thank you" to the sweet old lady.

"When I arrived to their mansion I was greeted by Kurt's husband as he got off his horse and came to greet me."

(Flashback)

"Shakespeare!" David said loudly as he gripped my hand hard and pulled me in a hug.

"David, how are you?" I smiled as I managed to move away from his grip to look at him with a smile.

"I'm fine, I'm fine" He said as he pulled me in the house "One can't complain when you're surrounded with this beauty," he motioned to his house and then I found myself being dragged into a room that is full of trophies, framed and baseballs. My back hit the door and when I opened my eyes, I found a baseball being thrown at me. Thankfully, I was quick enough to catch the ball instead of it acquainting my face. Just as I thought, the danger was now out of my way I found David's muscled body coming towards me and I closed my eyes thinking that this is it my body now would be broken into pieces. However, I lived through this and the door behind me opened by the force of David's body.

In I was met by one of the most beautiful scenes I'd never forget. There was white curtains flying around the small circular light blue room, voices of laughter were heard from the small couch the was put in the middle of the room and a delicate porcelain arm hang from the couch playing lightly with the curtains flying around. I felt as if I just entered heaven.

"Darling, your cousin is here," David said from his place near one of the windows as he poured a glass of wine to himself.

"Oh," a soft voice was heard from the couch before I saw him. Kurt Hummel, the golden boy, the way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person important to him. His beautiful eyes are the colour of the sea, a colour the changes with his emotions and right now they were the colour of the sea in a beautiful sunny day, making me smile just by looking at them.

"Sebastian" Kurt says breathlessly, "Do you miss me?" he asked with wide blue eyes.

"I missed you tons, honey" I said approaching him.

"Really? And people in Chicago do they miss me?" He asked again in an ecstatic voice.

"The whole town is missing you darling, at least a dozen of people are kisses and hugs " I said with a laugh as he muttered a small "I don't believe you," he extended his hand for me and I thought he wants me to shake it but as soon as I took his hand in mine I found myself being pulled toward the couch and onto Kurt before I hit the floor with a thump. All the while Kurt was laughing hard and throwing his arms excitedly in the air and though my behind hurt I couldn't help but laugh at his sweet innocent laugh that always reminded me of a child who has just got his favourite candy.

"Sebastian how are you, darling?" Kurt asked with a smile as he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Kurt, I missed you though" I said as my hands lightly rubbed my sore behind.

"Oh I want you to meet a special someone. My friend, Rachel Berry" Kurt introduced the petite woman beside him who was reading some fashion magazine and not paying any of us any attention.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Berry," I said politely as I held my hand for her to shake, but the woman just lowered the magazine and stood up stretching out herself, totally ignoring me. I always feared Berry but I also admired watching her.

"So Sebastian, buddy, where are you living right now?" David asked me.

"Oh I'm living in West Egg, in Long Island, a small house but it's all I need," I said with a grateful smile.

"Oh Anderson lives there!" Rachel exclaimed loudly.

"Actually he lives right next to me," I said looking at her.

"Anderson? What Anderson?" Kurt asked and he looked as if he's pained, as if the mention of the name brought back a bad memory of some sort.

The day went on fast and soon we were being gathered round a table in the balcony of the Karoveskys, surrounded by servants who were putting the food plates in front of us and then they went to stand slightly away but still near us. The conversation flood easily during the dinner going from work to weather to rumors and I remember Kurt asking me,

"Sebastian, I heard you'll be wed to a girl from the West," Kurt said with a smile on his face.

"Oh no, no, no these are false rumors I'm a poor man," I said with a laugh as I took a sip from the glass of red wine in front of me.

"They must be old and with a fortune," Rachel said with a coy smile as she smoked her cigarette.

We were all laughing till we heard the phone rings in room. I realised that the smile on Kurt's face fell and was replaced with a anxious look on his face and his eyes turned to dark grey the grey of a sea when there's a storm. The waiter called for David who excused himself instantly before entering the room and closing the windows behind him.

"Excuse me," Kurt said with a forced smile as he quickly put his napkin on the table and hurried to join his husband in the circular room.

"Well..." I tried to make a conversation with Rachel till Kurt and David come back but she quickly shooed me before standing up and approaching the room, where the two couples now were shouting at each other.

"Don't you want to know what's going on?" Rachel started with a whispered voice as she approached the window more acting as if she's just passing around to the other side of the table, "David is having a mistress in New York, who seems to not be polite enough not to call during dinner," she said as she arrived to the other side of the table looking at me as if she got all the gossip in the world, just then the couple joined us again. Kurt however, still looked insecure and as if he wanted to break down and cry at any minute. After the dinner, Kurt and I walked in the yard.

"So how's your little doll?" I asked smiling at Kurt who still had this dark look on his face, but he didn't want to show it to me and just smiled.

"Oh she's beautiful as always. You know Bas," Kurt started as we stopped in front of the dark sea looking across it at the mansions on the other side. I could feel weakness in his voice as he spoke, "When we got our Lizzie, I was alone with my mom. David was somewhere I didn't know with someone I didn't know" Kurt said bitterly looking behind him to see his husband waving to some waiter to come and refill his glass for him.

"I only wished that she'd be dumb," Kurt said as he looked back to the shore "Because this is the only way someone can live in this world." I could see a small tear falling from Kurt's eye as he whispered the last words.

(End of flashback)

"As I returned back home this day I saw a figure moving slowly in the moonlight looking at the sea, I watched the man for a while and was confused when I found him extending his arm as if he's trying to reach something , something that is too close yet too far. I could only wonder what the man was trying to catch. In my mind I believed that this was Mr. Anderson."