It didn't happen in slow motion, not like the movies; Quinn tumbling onto my chest happened in very much real time. The gush as all my air flew from my lungs sounded surreally loud. Her warm mass pressing into my limp body very much present in my mind. But all of that was irrelevant as her apologetic eyes bore into mine.
No, none of this was in slow motion but the moment will forever be burnt into my eyelids.
We'd stayed behind after glee club in the auditorium to nail a portion of the choreography that we shared. She had pirouetted loosing her footing in the last moment, I had lunged forward to balance her but her weight had unbalanced me and we had proceeded to fall to the floor; her to my chest.
This would have been fine of course, neither of us had been injured and it wouldn't have been some romantic scene; since of course I'm in love and more over with a boy. No this would have been fine if those hazel depths hadn't been so familiar to me. If I hadn't spent my childhood staring into those very same depths. It all fell together instantaneously, the déjà vu, mysterious stares and the tears I had noticed spilling down her cheeks as I past her in the corridor; at the time I had pondered an unrequited love for Kurt. All the while a name rang through my head.
Lucy.
My missing Lucy.
The very same Lucy that I had fallen in love with seven years prior to this day. The Lucy who had emotionally scarred me, left me so heart broken that I stopped socializing with females all together. She had left town abruptly with her family, leaving me in a broken heap like an old toy that she'd lost all emotional connection to.
Most importantly the girl I still dreamt about every night.