*sigh* I'll work on my other stories later!
Disclaimer: Not mine, none of it.
The cool wind tickled the back of Melchior Gabor's neck as he stared down brokenly at the grave of the girl he loved. Wendla Bergmann was dead. His best friend, Moritz Stiefel, was dead. His unborn child with Wendla never even had a chance to live.
It wasn't much of a surprise to the small town when Melchior was found dead two years later, his neck slit by Wendla's grave.
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Rachel Berry wasn't big on settling for less. But with Jesse St. James gone, permanently, she had to settle for Finn Hudson, the idiot.
She thought she was over Jesse. She really did. But the news of his abrupt death in a plane crash devastated the poor starlet in ways no one could truly fathom.
Now, she just had to settle with what she had.
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Rose O'Connell stared at her husband's gravestone, the newly buried grave adorned in flowers.
It was her fault, she knew it. Her fault for letting him leave just five minutes earlier. If she had just asked him to wait a little longer, he wouldn't have been hit by that car. And now, she was here, standing on Alex's grave.
"I'm sorry Alex."
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Sarah Brown Masterson clutched her husband's hand as the plane plummeted towards the ground. It was her fault, entirely. She had begged and begged, and finally Sky relented. They had been taking a trip back to Havana, back to where they started to truly fall in love with each other.
"Do you regret it?" Sarah's voice was scared, sad.
"Never."
Confused? So was I. xD
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