For all the effects, a drabble with 144 words.
Glee (obviously) don't belong to me. Or it charcters... Or actresses/actors... All of this belong to FOX.
What more?... Oh, yeah, I'm brazilian, and if the english was a suck is because of this. ;P
She was tired. Tired to do, try, continue. She wants rest a little, just for some minutes, maybe an hour. She was so tired.
She wants arms around her, she wants someone kissing her, swearing to her: "All will be okay.". Someone who can say: "I will be here when you wake up." or maybe "I'll take care about you". But no one was there to say that. No one. And she was tired to search and never find.
She was. Until the day that she see the girl walking in the corridor. Head up and eyes, oh the eyes, eyes like incandescent flames of determination. The eyes she want that look to her with the necessity of lovers. The eyes she want to look as she was the most perfect godness. The most shining star.
She wants the girl of golden eyes.