Rachel breathed; deep, meaningful heavy breathing, hoping that in some way or another that the meaning of life or the answer to why we were put here on this world would suddenly come to her.

Let's just say it didn't and leave the swear words out.

Sighing she stood up to and surveyed her surroundings. An empty coffee pot here, a moldy carton of extremely tasty Chinese food, a mug with a hot chocolate stain circling the rim with a lipstick kiss in the center like the jewel to a ring there; the place was a god forsaken mess. "Golly." She thought to herself, running her tongue over her perfectly pink mouth and let it blend into her very plump surface. "When did I let everything get so out of hand and, well messy? When did I become… become… become my worst possible fear? When did I start talking to myself to sort out my innermost problems again...? Oh yeah, high school. Damn school pictures."

With an undetectable groan she ran to her equally ransacked room and began to undress. Carefully, as if holding a china glass figurine and unwrapping the prettily poised tissue paper constructed around it she delicately pulled her beautifully lace induced wedding gown and stood in front of her mirror; just standing, arms wrapped protectively around her body, hiding her slightly tanned breast, her chest rising up and down. Moving her trembling fingers to her throat she touched it ever so slightly and started to cry, great heavy sobs engulfed and began to corrupt her body. "Finn. Oh fucking god, Finn." She cried, desperately calling out to him. " Why Finn? Oh shit Finn why do you leave me. Why Finn why! Finn….. Finn….. Finn…." Her voice narrowed down to a whisper.

She hadn't sung since he died. Yet now she sang, though still crying. "Just a small… hic!... town girlll! Living in her lonely…. So very lonely…. And cold worlddddddd! She took the midnight train going anywhere! Just a…. just a….. just a city boy. Born and raised in South Detroit! He took the… oh god, I can't do this." She said, her tears drying as they melted into her skin. "I-I-I-I-I-I just can't, oh someone help me. Please. I love you Finn. I love you. Break a leg, because I love you."

That was the last thing Rachel Barbra Hudson ever said.

She died on a Monday morning, in chilly New York, a year after Finn.

They were both only 29.

They were both in love.

They both ended their final breath with break a leg.

And I love you.