A/N: One shot. Set in the future.
Days are not measured by time but by action, and Quinn could remember the shortest phone call being the longest day of her life. Somewhere in her mind she could make out "..Rachel.." and "..accident.." but she couldn't remember for the life of her if she'd turned off the oven before leaving. She couldn't remember if she'd even seen Rachel before the singer left for work.
The ride to the hospital was a blur, Santana and Brittany had driven her. Every inch of her body resonated with fear and once she got there every inch felt nothing. Nothing because Rachel was dead. Rachel was gone.
Quinn was silent the entire way home and once there she had wished to be alone. She twisted her wedding ring around her finger. This had to be a joke, any minute now the love of her life would stroll through the door singing and smiling. She would kiss Quinn and tell her she loves her because God damn it Quinn needed to hear it. She laid down on their bed and closed her eyes.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
She opened her eyes and locked on to the wedding photo on the nightstand. Quinn wailed,
"Come back. Please come back. Oh God come back." As tears streamed down her face, she cried herself to sleep and dreamed of nothing because Rachel had been the girl of her dream. Now she was gone.
And yet all she could see when she woke up was the tiny brunette smiling at her.
"Rachel..."
"I love you baby," Rachel whispered.
Quinn reached out to touch her cheek, nothing. A broken sob escaped her.
"Damn you Rachel! You said you'd never leave me!" Quinn cried. She wrapped her arms around herself, crying and begging God to take her too.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Quinn." And with that Rachel was gone.