Why won't you believe me when I say that I'm not cheating on you, Quinn?
I still remember that day. Jeez, how could I forget? It haunts me every day, every night. I will never forget it. I will never forget her.
Quinn, where are you going? Oh fine, go out! Go get drunk! Just go!
I still blame myself. It was my entire fault, I pushed her. I told her to go out. Jesus, why did I do that? If I could, I would go back in time. I would stop her from leaving. I would grab her wrist and pull her toward me. I would embrace her. I wouldn't let go.
Hello?
Every time I close my eyes I see her face. Her perfect face. The face that usually bore no emotions, except when she was with me. When we were together, her whole face lit up. She loved me passionately, and I loved her back just as much, if not more. I couldn't see myself with anyone else but Quinn.
Yes, this is Rachel Berry-Fabray; may I ask who is calling?
I loved her. No, scratch that. I still love her, and I'll never stop loving her. It's been, what? 50 years? I never loved again. I never will love again. We'll be together again soon. As soon as I see her again, I'll kiss her. I've wanted to kiss her again for so long.
What? No…NO! You're lying. You're lying, okay? She's n-not dead! No, she'll walk through this door any second.
I feel empty without her. Lost. People were sympathetic, but I knew what they were thinking-she'll get over it. She'll move on, remarry. But I couldn't and I won't. Quinn and I…we have this…emotional bond. We're tethered together. We can separate but in the end we'll always bounce back to each other.
Please tell me you're lying. Please…tell me she's not dead.
She's my forever.
Please.