A/N : Hello everybody, so I had this story inside my head for a while and needed to get it out. I'm not to good with beginnings so stick with me please ? I have a good part of the story in my head, however I still haven't decided how it's going to end, so.. I count on your opinion here! I count on updating regularly as I have some parts already written and all. Also, English is not my native language so excuse my mistakes! Thank you lot for telling what you think..
Chapter One.
Did you ever happened to fall in love with the one person you wasn't supposed to ? The one person you couldn't love. The one you never thought you'd love. The one that surprised you. Maybe too much. This impossible love that keeps you from moving on. This unshared feeling that freezes you, emprison you in your own head and tie your heart to your brain. This love that bounds you, seems unbearable, but still makes you feel so good. Alive. Yeah, that's it, sometimes we feel alive as we feel alive in pain as we feel bored in happiness. Having your fingers wrinkled from this intangible pain. It's a good pain. A pain that makes you want to live harder. Often I found myself in this terrible dance of one-sided love. Too often I think. Once again, I fell right in. It's no one's fault, just life. Not fair ? I don't think so. I think there's situations. Contexts, that makes people confused, get emotional, make them rush, play people and play themselves. Moments like this, where we ask ourselves why ? Well, there's not always an explanation, only vague answers to fill in the blanks. '' That's it, that's life ''. Makes me want to laugh when people say it. Even more when I say so myself. Sometimes we just don't have anything else to say you know ? It fell on us, period. We just have to live with it and wait for it to go away. In the meantime, I live with this unfinished story that is my life, and my only words to tell it.
Quinn just stared at the words laid down on the page. She wasn't really convinced but still. She decided that it was enough writing for tonight, shut her notebook, put it away and put herself to sleep. Well, at least she tried. She lied there, in her messy bed, contemplating her life. This dull feeling of nothingness. She was filled with nothing. Her recent break up had drained every emotions out of her, and she was trying to get to feel something again. It was as if, unlike what she was writing, the pain had numbed her and she was just waiting for something to wake her. Her life to unpause itself. It seemed like time was the only thing to move forward, as she was still where she was six months ago. Minus the girlfriend. And the feelings. She was still this college student, last year before getting her degree in Art. Two majors, of course, how could she not ? She was driven by the passion. Illustration and Graphic design. She took others additional courses because she was just eager to learn, and she was good at it. Maybe that's what drove her apart from her girlfriend. This passion that gives you purpose, that gives you ambition. But even that, she seemed to have lost. Yes, she really was numbed. Like awake sedation. Tomorrow would be first day of her last year, the most important one. She couldn't bring herself to care.
The next day, she expected it to go uneventful. She would get her timetables, the teachers would likely be the same as the previous years, so no surprises. And there it went uneventful. No surprises. She went back to her place and stared at the outside world. Maybe she would wait for tomorrow, maybe tomorrow was the day the rest of her life could begin. Or you know, maybe tonight, she thought as her phone beeped in her pocket. She knew who it was before she even opened her phone.
Puckasaurus : I know you're moping around, so stop and meet me downstairs in 10!
She still couldn't believe he had renamed himself on her but did that really surprised her ? She guessed not after all. She thought about it, but what harm could it do to her ? So, an hour later, she found herself in a bar with Puck, discussing her first uneventful day.
" I'm not saying it was bad! I'm just saying.. It was expected. '' She explained to a very inquisitive Puck. Despite the attitude, he really cared about her and well, he really had grown into a fine man.
'' Well then just stop having expectation about everything. '' She gave him a pointed look, as if to ask if he really thought she was expecting something to happen on a formal first day on your last year of college.
'' I don't expect anything to happen anymore now anyway. '' She said, flatly, more to herself than to him.
'' Well, maybe it's a good thing, like this, you'll be surprised at anything that comes to you. '' She snorted at that and sipped at her drink. Yep, she really would be surprised if anything would happen at this point. It's not that didn't want to, because she did. But, you know, it's just that she gave up. She still didn't know what.
So, she dropped the conversation and asked about him, made lighthearted conversation with him and enjoyed the presence of her friend, because this felt good. She knew that once back at her place, she would once again aware that her life was just the same.
When she went to school the next morning, she wasn't expecting the tiny, beautiful brunette that took the seat next to her like it was an evidence, and she surely wasn't expecting the bright smile she shot her way. Quinn felt her heart speed up, she didn't even know why, but damn her, if that tiny person didn't just lit up her day just by walking in. Inside her, she was torn between thanking Puck and cursing him, because she was sure that this was all his fault for talking too much.