two-shot finchel.
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She left the day after grad.
No goodbye-party or heartfelt farewells. She didn't pull a Rachel-Berry-Dramatic-Exit and let everybody know where she was going and just for what reason.
She just left.
Packed up all her clothes, took all her pictures, said goodbye to her dads, and left.
For the first few weeks he thought of nothing but what he did to make her leave.
I mean, It didn't take a fucking scientist to understand Rachel Berry,
She wasn't happy in Lima, she had never been.
He tried calling her on the phone a few times after she left, but she never answered.
She simply just tried to erase them from her life as best she could,
Including him.
He remembers what she had told him one day way back when, when nothing really mattered.
"My dreams are bigger then that and they are bigger then you."
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It was six years later.
He was standing in line at the local 7/11, buying a pack of smokes, a diet coke and a pack of gum.
He remembers turning around to the lady behind him as she tapped him on the shoulder, asking him if he was in line when he saw her.
She was browsing at the magazines near the back of the store. Her hair tied back, her make up dark and her nose scrunched up while looking at the Times Magazine she held in her hands.
He didn't know whether it was the sense of someone looking at her, but she looked up at him and he just stood there, frozen like some kind of idiot.
Her eyes went big and wide and blank.
Blank
He didn't move. He didn't risk taking those few strides to get any closer to her,
if he gets close to her maybe she'll leave again.
Not funny, he thought. Kind of cheesy really.
He zoned back in when she walked that same distance towards him, a big 100 watt smile playing on her lips.
"Finn" She said, he pulled off some kind of lopsided smile and he knew how dumb he looked but he didn't care.
Everything was kind of surreal anyway. I mean, what she had just said. He couldn't count how many times his name had left her lips, how many time she had screamed or whined or giggled his name and no matter how many times she could say it, it would never lose the effect it had on him. The stomach butterlies kind of feel? The giddy school boy puppy love kind of feeling. Love. Just generally said.
It was gone.
Everything about her now was so- alien.
She wasn't the same girl that had left Lima six years ago. She didn't have her sequined leg warmers on, and she wasn't cutting him off mid sentence to correct his grammar. He bet she didn't put a fucking gold star beside her name every time she signed, because in reality, why would she have time to put a gold star when signing autographs?
"Rachel." He smiled back.
Rachel.
It wasn't anything new to him, it was the name that had been running through his brain since the moment she boarded the plane.
That was the last time he saw Rachel Berry,
And the truth was, that in that second, standing there in the middle of the 7/11 talking to her like complete and total strangers,
Finn realized that he would never see Rachel Berry again.
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