A/N: hiiii I'm not really good at doing these so just enjoy the story c:
Your body feels numb, and there's this invisible hand that crushes your heart when you hear the paramedics say, "She didn't make it, I'm sorry."
That phrase surfaces to your mind after all these months, and you know that line was probably rehearsed over and over again. As if they were truly sorry, as if they sincerely felt sadness for not being able to save her.
Her. Quinn. Her Quinn. Well, she used to be yours.
It's still difficult speaking the name of the person she loved with every fiber of her being. The name that would be in her head all day, knocking out every other thought. The name in your contacts list that she would call first whenever you were in distress, or needed advice about something. The name she would whisper breathlessly during their more intimate encounters.
Speaking of encounters, your first meeting with her was anything but dull. You can vividly remember that afternoon as clear as crystal.
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You were at the library that day, studying for a history pop quiz that was anything but unexpected, since Mr. Enders always announced it a day before. Not being able to find how long Queen Victoria's reign lasted, you slumped back on the wooden chair and rubbed at your temples. You can feel the usual overwhelming migraine starting to form. Sighing quietly, a blonde speck flashes into view as she makes a dash out of the archive of books, only to trip on the leg of your chair, resulting in a warm body pressed onto yours.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The tall blonde fumbles out. She quickly detaches herself off of you. "I should…" She trails off when she takes in your open textbooks. "Wait, are you learning about the Victorian Era?"
You raise an eyebrow at the whole spectacle while being curious as to where this exchange is leading. "Yes, I'm prepping for the quiz tomorrow."
"Ah, sorry, it's just that I'm what you may call a major history buff. The Victorian era was one of my favorites to learn about." The hazel eyed girl (yes you just noticed that now) finished off with a sparkle in her eye and a big grin on her face. "It's fine, you can stop apologizing," You smirk. "Now, if you really were a "history buff" that you claim to be, you wouldn't mind answering a few questions about Queen Victoria now would you?"
"I'll be glad to. The name's Quinn by the way. Quinn Fabray."
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You smiled at the memory; your first genuine smile in a while. Ever since that fateful day, you kept having more run-ins with her, and eventually run-ins became scheduled study sessions once a week, and those turned into exchanging numbers. All those events led to late night phone calls, and friendly flirting. Friendly flirting became heavy flirting, and 'accidental' gropes. You started dated her subsequently then.
She made your life bright; she made your life whole. Her smile made you smile, and the way she would drag one digit around the side of your face to tuck your hair inside your ear made your heart swell.
All you need is her with you, to tell you that everything will be fine. You just need her presence near you again. You just need her to be here.
But she's not.
A/N: y'all probably hate me now oh well haha