Rachel Berry stood in front of the large window overlooking the New York City skyline. Two hours ago she had returned from another sold out show. Her dream had come true. She was a Broadway legend at the age of 22 and nothing and no one in the world could stop her.
Then why did she feel so horrible. Why was she spending another night alone in her pent house apartment staring out at the darkened city as if it held the answers for her.
A part of her knew why but this was the first time she admitted it to herself.
She was looking out that window because somewhere in that city was Santana.
The girl who had loved her without question.
The girl Rachel didn't realize she loved until she had already broken up with her.
She didn't realize it until it was too late and her pride wouldn't let her even begin to fix her own mistake.
Now staring out at the city that never slept she couldn't even remember the reason why she had broken up with Santana in the first place. It was small. Stupid. A decision she had made on a whim because she didn't fully realize what the woman had met to her.
And now it was too late. Santana was out there somewhere and from what Rachel had heard she was untouchable.
She had burned that bridge without even bothering to see what was on the other side and now all that was left was her, alone, in a dark apartment wondering what could have been.