Song credit is Don't Stop Believing by Journey. Yeah, I'm not a copier because I'm cool like that. The fanfic has obviously open plotholes and mysteries. Don't worry, it's on purpose. It's up to you to figure it out.


Streelights, people, living just to find emotion, hiding, somewhere in the n i g h t.

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She likes Starbucks and cutoff shorts and painting her fingernails baby blue, but most of all she likes the feel of the Seattle rain against her skin, washing away the perfection from her body and letting her be free.

She moves to Portland, because she wants to get out of her life, but coffee shops are still on every block and the rain still pounds (but it's not Seattle baby.) She still likes to dress up in her pretty dresses, but now she paints her fingernails pink (it's a sign baby, but a sign of what?).

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She hated the Seattle rain. She longed for sunshine and happiness (so not what her life was like) so maybe that's why she moved to Los Angeles. She screams 'I love you!' every day from her tiny apartment right outside of Hollywood, because maybe, maybe someone will hear her.

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He stayed in Seattle, stayed with his life, stayed with his everything (but, no, nevermind, his everythings have moved.)

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It turns out after all that Los Angeles isn't completely perfect after all, and it still rains there, and the sky isn't always a golden color from the view of her sunglasses. She books a flight from Los Angeles to Seattle, longing to see coffee shops and music stores on every turn, while the Seattle rain makes the tarmac on the road glitter like stars in the night sky.

She meets him in a bar, the beer bottle in his hand a surprising sight (he never drank before. she got a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle.)

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know."

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They fuck in a cheap motel room, the white sheets stained a mysterious red. Lying in bed later, she watches the naked curve of his back, his breathing making it move up and down slowly. She hastily scribbles a note 'I love you.'

The rain pounds against the window shield of her rental car, making it almost impossible to see anything. The radio blares Don't Stop Believing.

"FUCK!" she cries out, slamming the brakes on and pulling over to the side of the road. The tears came, and gripping the steering wheel, she didn't see the car coming.

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He cries at her funeral. Walking back after the funeral (he doesn't care for driving anymore) and he finds the note, crumpled and dusty.

I love you. I'll be back in a minute.

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She screams everyday (I LOVE YOU!) from her pretty white castle in heaven.

Sometimes, he thinks he can hear her.


WTF is this. This is horrible. Ugh. Just... ew. It's really bad. Flame away guys. Oh, and also, it's mystery characters and mystery pairings. Let it be who you want it to be. :) I think I'm in the fanfiction stage where you kill everybody off in the end.