THIS IS WHAT THE FIRST CHAPTER IS SUPPOSED TO BE! SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! :)

Chapter One: The End

Hello Finn.. Thursday, July 31st, 2014

It seems as though I don't know what to say, which as you know is an oddity for a person such as myself. The words don't seem to be forming the way they used to Finn, and I'm not sure that it suprises me really. Ever since you left all that fills my mind is confusion, chaos...maybe even some doubt. Yes doubt, I sometimes doubt you ever felt anything for me, some times I wonder if you thought I was just a good lay, or a challenge, and thats all you required of me. Sometimes, I feel used, like a toy you played with and when you became distracted by something new and shiny, I was just thrown to the side only to be completely discarded of later. I sometimes contemplate what would have happened if you hadn't left that summer, hadn't left me all alone. But, I figure since you hadn't returned any of my letters, maybe, just maybe, I was right. I dream about you you know, those nights. I know its wrong because you were. You were wrong in stealing a piece of my heart like that, but you took until their was no more to take, and just threw away all the pieces of me. It hurts you know, even more now that you're gone, you're not coming back. Someday I hope I can love again, the way I once loved you. Your father would be so proud of you Finn. Just as I am. I love you so much.

Love,

Rachel

As Rachel sealed the envelope a single tear escaped her eye. She stilled for a moment, contemplating the fact that this man still had this effect on her could still make he fall to pieces in an instant. This man, she hadn't seen since he up and left her at the tender age of 18, and she knew he would never be seen by her again.

She brushed the wetness off her dark porcelain skin, and returned her dark glove to her hand as she rose from her mahogany desk. She walked towards the door, stopping only to pull on her heels, and walked outside to where her 1 year old daughter Amane was waiting. She smiled at the young girl, being held up by one of her grandfather's strong hands. Another tear escaped her eye at the sight of the child who had become so much like her father. Strong, sweet. She even had his cheezy, lopsided grin. Her name suited her perfectly. Sound of the heart. Just like her dad's singing. The dad she would never know...

Rachel's father pulled her out of her dazed state before he could see her erupt into tears for the fifth time that day. "Rachel sweetheart, are- are you ready to go?" His voice was uncertain, yet calming. She smiled up at him, she was sure it wasn't even close to reaching her eyes, she was strong, just not that strong. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be..."

The large field was dimly lit, the clouded sky only occasionally revealing patches of vague sunlight, the gloominess of the situation only seeming to make the scene appear more depressingly beautiful. Rachel sighed quietly before pulling on the silver handle, releasing the door from the dark car's clutches. She sat still, almost stoic, for a second, before placing one shoe on the soft dirt road, soon to be followed by the other heel clad foot. She rose slowly, contemplating wether she had the physical and mental strength to keep her upright, or sane for that matter. She soon decided that wether it was there or not, she had to do what she had to do. She had no choice even if she had no strength.

Amane, being only one, didn't fully understand the seriousness of the situation, but resolved to take her mothers hand. Amane smiled at her mother as her action caused a small smile to fall upon Rachel's lips. She felt pleased in comforting her mother even if the upturn of the corners of her mouth lasted only for a brief period of time. Slowly the pair continued on to their destination, both saddened and clueless in different ways. Rachel's father following close behind.

Rachel sat numbly on the cold metal chair, watching the people around her, moping and crying with no shame. Rachel was done with crying, she had cried for the past 5 weeks and she was done. At this point all she was, all she felt, was just uncomfortably numb.

As flowers and tears were shed into the dark hole, Rachel had become empty of emotion. She had seen a few of her friends from school, but avoided their gazes like the plague, too afraid of the words that seemed to be lingering on their tongues. After everyone but the grave digger had left, Rachel reached into her pocket to pull out a small envelope, sealed and stamped to deliver. She raised the thin paper to eye-level closing her lids and imagining her old life and the one she had planned. As she let the small white paper tumble into the hole at her feet, she feel a small weight being pulled off her shoulders. She smiled down at the letter to the coffin's inhabitant, before she turned and walked away. She could hear the sound of shovel hitting dirt and turned for a second to stare at the resting place. "Goodbye Finn," Rachel murmered under her breath, a small tear slipping down one cheek before walking towards the dark car and placing herself inside it. And she knew he would never be seen by her again...

When Finn had enrolled, in the summer of 2012, Rachel had been everything but okay with it. She had never expected Finn to be the fighting type, he was too soft, sweet, and she had told him so in her spout with him, fighting his decision in anyway she could. She even begged but he had pleaded with her that his decision was right, that he was a leader, that she had taught him that. He told her that he wanted nothing more than to help people, to protect them, to protect her. Rachel had softened at the intensity in his voice, still disliking his decision, but no longer fighting it, she didn't want to fight. She knew that there was no way he was changing his mind, and she was done with wasting time. They had spent that whole summer together, frivolously enjoy every moment they had left together before he was gone.

When Finn had been deployed a week after finishing boot camp, Rachel was not prepared for her fear, her dread. She had never been sure that she could be okay with being a soldier's girl, but she would do it for Finn, she had to, she loved him way too much. The fact that Puck had joined along with his best friend and had been assigned to the same company as Finn had assured her, if only slightly, that Finn would be safe. Those two boys would fight to the death for each other, no matter what had happened. She started getting nauseous, and figuring it was just nerves, let it pass. After 3 months ofit, Rachel was worried, to be safe, she had taken a test. She was pregnant.

Rachel smiled at the memory, if only for a short time. Her daughter had pulled her from her thoughts, the cries reaching from the small yellow room into the seemingly empty house. Rachel stood, quickly running to her daughters room, padded feet against hardwood. Her mind shifting to panicked thoughts. "Mae? Mae? What's wrong honey?". "Mommy" Mae cried, holding her arms out for a hug. She pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her until the crying stopped, stroking the almost black hair that she had gotten from her father. Suddenly Rachel and Mae both jumped, startled out of the seriousness by a knock on the front door. Rachel decided that she had had enough of interruptions for the day, but raised herself to her feet to answer the door anyways. A muscular man, about six foot four stood on her doorstep. His face was grim, she noticed, but it was difficult to see as it was turned towards the floor. His shaved head seemed bare compared to what she was used to seeing in its place. Although it had been many years, this man was unmistakably familiar. He turned his face upwards towards her as she pulled the large oak door open. "Hey Rach," he muttered, the rasp in his voice indicated that he had been crying, his voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper. Rachel held back tears of her own as she greeted her friend. "Hello Noah."