-Far Away From Myself-

-Chapter 1: The Destroyed-

-A Faberry Fanfic-

Her bones are stone.

Her eyes make me shiver.

I don't oppose to be alone.

She knows that I am a giver.

"How is that so far?" A question I already had the answer for but kept to myself.

"It is a good beginning, but to me it's too simple."

She answers her eyes focused on the rain pouring outside. Her mind trending on every singled out thought. I can tell she is trying to be the most reasonable critic. By the way her teeth cover over her quivering bottom lip.

"Who is it about anyway?" She asks, leaving her back facing me.

"No one." It was a simple response to a complicated inquiry.

"How can it be about no one? That has no sense."

She was trying to argue with me for no obvious reason. I took notice to it a month before that she had been doing this. For as long as I have known her. It has always seemed that she made something out of nothing for everything.

"Simply it does has sense."

"How can it?"

"It's like drawing a picture for just the fun or heck of it. You aren't thinking about anyone when you are doing it. I was just writing it to write it."

She quieted down for awhile before saying.

"That's dumb. Poems have more effect and are more powerful when there about someone. Other than one that is just written for no apparent reason."

"I wasn't trying to make it powerful. I was just trying to make it good."

"What has gotten into your head. Everyone knows that Rachel Barbra Berry doesn't settle for just good." "Here I will give you some advice, fall in love then try writing the poem again. You will see what I mean."

She had won this argument, fair and square.

"Ok I will be sure to take that advice Quinn."

Maybe you might think that saying her name was unnecessary to add on. But you should she the effect it has when her name to trail away from my mouth and mind.

She finally turns her face for her eyes to meet mine.

"Have you ever fallen in love before?" I ask, with a nervous tongue.

"Well no, I don't think I have."

I examine the way she said that for awhile and all I can get from it is that. The tone shows me that there was a bit a doubt in her. Just a little bit of memory that didn't officially show. The answer was hidden in a comfortable, soothing way. In a blink she saw one image that made her question herself. If there was once one person that she felt complete with. One that she had shared her soul with. She saw that one person in one second then made them disappear. As though she wished she never has to answer that question again. She went to the past and back and gave me a complex answer covered up with believable simple comfort.

Well now I know it's obvious to you how much I observe Quinn without purpose. Without control.

"What about you?" She asks her breath shaking. Her ears opening wider with anticipation.

"Maybe there was one time, but I guess if I don't know for sure. Then no I have never fallen in love with someone."

"Well then, we both still have time to anyway."

"Yeah, um do you want to stay with me?"

"A night?"

"Yes."

"Sure"

She began walking to my bed her knees stopping once they come in contact.

"Am I weird?" She wonders out loud. She stands over me, staring into me.

"No"

She slightly smiles and raises her knees onto the bed. She lays down so slow, and I picture her falling into peaceful crystal water. That washes her worries away, the waves raise up against her skin, and takes away all the negativity. Leaves her looking up into the clouds with a smile on her face. Because she knows that all is alright, all is ok. That's all I picture, all I want. I always to describe how beautiful she is but I never can.

And I wonder silently, am I the one that is weird.