AN: I'm a little hesitant to post this seeing as it's something I wrote out of sheer Faberry crave and nothing to take my frustrations out on. ._. But hey, I haven't posted anything in a long time, so. Obvious plot line is obvious.
Five minutes.
Everything was a blur. She'd convinced herself that she was happy. Convinced herself that this was what she'd wanted. But as the seconds ticked by, the realization of what she was about to do slowly began to sink in. This was it. The beginning of the rest of her life. A life different than the one she now knew. A life so completely unfamiliar. A life of marriage.
Four minutes.
The look of desperation in her eyes was unmistakable. She held her phone close, staring down into the screen as though it was her ticket out, her ticket to happiness, soft pleading words on her lips. Please. Please. Something was missing. Someone was missing, leaving a gaping, broken hole in all that she was, in all that she could have been. She hadn't felt it before, hadn't felt that pinch of affection, that realization of love. But now she did, she felt it hanging over her, towering over her like the moon, pressing against her like some monstrous weight. It stole her breath away, built up that feeling of desperation deep within her.
Three minutes.
Across the room her lover spoke her name, urging her forward, urging her into a new life she wasn't certain she wanted anymore. But she couldn't move. Couldn't tare her eyes away from the phone she clung to. She waited for the screen to light up with those words she so wanted to read, eyes searching, but nothing came, and that absence made itself increasingly obvious. It stung in a way she couldn't have imagined. This wasn't what she was supposed to be feeling, that knowledge wasn't lost on her. This was supposed to be a happy moment, a joyful moment. And instead she couldn't take her eyes off the door. Couldn't take those first steps towards her new life. She was frozen in place, waiting for something, for someone she didn't know was never going to come.
Two minutes.
She was coming. She was on her way. This wasn't happening. Any minute now those doors would open, and in she would walk, an apology on her lips. She would rush to get dressed on time, would rush to make herself presentable, never ceasing that long string of apologies and curses, because the blonde occasionally let one slip even though she pretended she didn't. And she would be beautiful, she would be breathtaking. Quinn always was.
One minute.
She needed the other female there. Needed the comfort of her presence. But that wasn't it. She needed something else, too. She needed a way out of this. An objection. She needed Quinn and all of her sense, all of her reason. She needed Quinn to lean on, to speak the words that would make her realize completely that this wasn't her. That this wasn't what she was supposed to be. To do. She needed Quinn to give her another option, an option she would gladly take. An option she prayed for. Because she was far too much of a coward to back down on her own, far too much of a coward to ever be alone.
But that was it. Time was up, and she couldn't afford to wait anymore. Couldn't spend any more of those precious seconds, waiting for a call that was never going to come. Now was the time to push away all of her insecurities, all of her doubts and her fears. Now was the time, because she wasn't going to get a second chance. It wasn't real, it wasn't true but she was too scared to wait for what was.
In sickness and in health.
For better or for worse.
Until death do you part.
Somewhere not too far off was a phone, trapped in the wreckage of a twisted and broken car, a half written message frozen across the screen.
Rachel don't-