Just want to say I'm French, and I'm not used to write in English. I publish it because my friend i_am_a_unicorn_ on Twitter wanted to read something coming from me. Also, thanks to ittlebitz for being my Beta with this drabble. So this story is for you two, girls.

The characters belong to the TV show Glee and to Ian Brennan, Brad Falchuk and Ryan Murphy.

I'm sorry.

I love you because I know you're always there, to catch me when I fall, to listen to me when I need you, there when I feel alone..

I lost faith long ago. You were my Idea of Beautiful.

You know, I remember when I lost my mind. Screaming, sobbing. Always crying. No one saw me like that. But I was. And you never seemed to care. Now every night, I cry myself to sleep with a knife in my hand and I tell myself I'm not going to do it anymore, that I can stop, but honestly the cuts on my wrist are nothing compared to the cuts you left in my heart. Because being replaced is the absolute worst feeling in the world. Finn, Puck, Sam… And one moment you think you mean the world to someone, or at least you mean something ; and then before you know it, you're all alone.
I lost you, and yet you were the one I cared for the most. You meant the world to me and you just walked away. I wanted to beg you to stay, but you never looked back. You have no idea how hard it is to fall in love with a friend. It's addictive, destructive, and then we get so good at pretending to be fine, we don't know how we feel anymore.
I just wanted to find someone who won't run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and say that it's okay, that things don't always go right, that this is how life works and how it will always work. That it's not going to be easy, today, tomorrow, the next day. But it will somehow get better. I wanted it to be you to tell me that kind of thing, to protect me, to help me. Not being with you has made me realize how much I need you in my life. I'm used to seeing you every day, so I don't know if I'm getting over you, or just getting used to the pain. I care so much more about you than I do about everyone else. Being friends isn't worth it, isn't worth this sadness.

I love you, no matter how many fights we've had. I will always love you. So why is it that everytime I feel like trust you, you give me a reason not to? Now, I'm not giving you an hour, or minute ; or another second longer. I'm too busy getting stronger. And..

And I wonder what my life would be if you weren't born, Quinn. I think that you don't deserve me. I'm going to New York. I'll be a star, a singer, an actress, someone. Without you. Because if I stay, it will surely kill me, slowly, and I can't stand it.

Goodbye.

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