Just something I thought of this morning while in the shower. Not sure if it's any good.
Tina/Artie obviously
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I only looked him up because it was raining outside and I was already feeling crappy. Rachel told me not to. I should have listened.
His relationship status said he was engaged to some Lucy Karlson. The default picture was a girl sitting on his lap smiling at the camera with her arms wrapped around his neck.
Her hair was long and blonde, and her eyes were the color of the sky after the storm has cleared.
She was pretty. Everyone said she was wonderful and made him happy, he hadn't been happy in so long. Everyone loved her. Even Santana. Mercedes and Kurt said that I wasn't being replaced, but the pictures of them out shopping and at parties put doubt in my brain.
Only Rachel seemed to understand my reasons for leaving. Well, she would, wouldn't she? She left too, both of us to New York to follow our dreams as a designer and an actor. Finn understood why Rachel left. He even comes to visit and sees her Broadway shows. Every one understands why she left. Lima was too small for her.
Mercedes and Kurt said I should have stayed in Ohio and worked with them, but I had to get away. Even if I'd stayed, he wouldn't have changed his mind.
He wouldn't even look at me. He hasn't said my name since I left. Finn says that he doesn't even acknowledge me if I'm on TV.
I gave up trying to talk to him after Stuttergate, all I got in return was heartache.
Rachel flew everyone to New York for her birthday last year, except him. She told me he had only said he wouldn't be able to make it, but everyone knew the real reason.
I've heard that almost everyone has tried to talk him into calling me and figuring things out, but he's too hard headed.
So after I look him up, I make a decision. The one decision that I've been putting off for years because I've been praying for him to call and say he forgives me. I take out my phone and find his number. I press delete and feel a weight lifting off my shoulder. I look out the window at the busy street and think about the offer I got from a friend. Before I can over think it, I make a phone call:
"Hi, Mike? I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight?"
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