So this is my very first story. Well, actually not the first one but it is the first one I publish. It's a one-shoot based on Taylor Swift's song RED.I hope you guys like it, and whether you do like it or you don't, please leave a review. I accept every kind of suggestion, comment, critics.
English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, they're all mine.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, NOR THE SONG. THEY BELONG TO RYAN MURPHY, AND TAYLOR SWIFT.
(I have already published this story but I had to errase the lyrics. I want to thank "marteeey" for the fav on the story and me as a writer. Really, thanks it means a lot :) Now, I hope you enjoy, again if you've already read it, and if not go ahead. I thinks it's pretty good)


RED

That day at the train station; I don't think I've ever felt more hurt than that day. It was horrible. It felt like I was really losing him; like it was happening for real, like it was for good. When I lost sight of him, when he couldn't keep up with the train's speed; I felt that warming feeling we call "butterflies" in my stomach disappear, like those butterflies had died. I had lost him.

Those four months with no contact were so painful that I barely did anything without crying. Knowing he was in the army, with lots of chances of getting seriously hurt, or even ending up dead; those thoughts filled my nightmares every single night. I missed him like crazy, like no one ever missed somebody, but I couldn't contact him. I didn't know how.

Every day I'd try to forget him by it was impossible. I had spent one year and a half crushing on him; then we became friends; and then we started dating. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first love, my first time, my first everything. It's hard to forget something like that. But it's impossible to forget the person who has your heart and refuses to give it back.

Being in love with him wasn't easy. But him, letting me love him, taking all that love in his heart. It was beautiful. I felt butterflies, happiness, like I was born to love him. Not to sing, act, dance; but born to give him all the love I had. It was certainly the best thing of my life. But it was gone, and I wasn't sure if it was ever coming back.
Weeks passed, like months did; and I didn't hear anything from him.
Sitting with Kurt watching Dirty Dancing on a Saturday night, we heard the door being knocked. I went to open it. There he was; handsome as ever, smiling at me. He knew exactly how to make me melt inside.
-Hi, Rach. Missed me? – He said with that sided smile I love so much.
"You have no idea, Finn" I thought to myself. I was standing there, staring in awe at him.
Finally, I had hopes again. The RED was back, and I wasn't letting it go ever again.

THE END.


Okay, so there it is. I hope you enjoyed it, and I really appreciate that you read it. Leave me your thoughts on it!
Xoxo,
Mary