A/N A fic inspired by the Beast Coast - Our Deal. I didn't think I'd get so emotional over a video but honestly I cried. Like to the point where I don't think I can look at those actors the same anymore. It gave me the idea to write is as Quick fic because I love writing about them and I think they're perfect (: This chapter is going to be sort of the ending but not the full end. The other chapters will show how they met and stuff so yeah haha. Reviews help me out so give me some if you'd like to.
The After Math
She looks at herself in the mirror. The mascara she wore just a few hours ago running down her cheeks. Her eyes rimmed red from all the crying she's done. Turning her head slightly she stares at the dried blood that's smeared on her cheeks. It's from when his hand had touched her one last time. He thought if he put pressure into the wound it would stop the pain. By the time she got to him he had given up simply laying on the ground waiting for her. It was the last time he would ever touch her cheek again.
Raising her fist she throws a punch against the mirror. The glass shattering, falling into the sink with a loud clang. Turning her hand over she wincing slightly as the blood from the cuts begin to ooze out of her knuckles. Even with her hand bleeding it still doesn't stop the bigger pain coming from her chest. He would never be there to tend to her wounds again, to look at her with those perfect hazel eyes. She would never get to smell the scent of his cologne. The cologne she never bothered to ask about. At this point she didn't think it was possible to begin crying again but soon enough the tears were running down her face.
Shaking her head she trudges back to her room sitting quietly on her bed next to the night stand. Looking around quickly she pulls out her pistol from the drawer. She never used it before. Only once when he was teaching her how to shoot by the pier. The memory making her want to crumble to the floor. "Quinn?" she hears being yelled from outside her window. By now it was the Trouble Tones looking for her. They deserted her when she didn't want to leave his body behind, but what would they want with her now? The fight was over, no matter what the turn out was she still lost in the end. She lost him. For good.
Loading up the gun she stands up wiping her face clean with the uncut hand. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do but she knew she had to do something. Turning the safety on she stuff the gun in the back of her pants. Making sure it had a tight fit so it wouldn't fall out. A splash of water to her face and she's out the door. Ready to face the world, perhaps it'd be her last time. At the moment she didn't know what would become of her. But for the war, it needed to end. It needed to end now.