This chapter is probably one of the most dramatic ones in this story. Enjoy!
"What?" Quinn said, looking at Mercedes as if she had two heads, "what do you mean they're 'back'?"
"They came home last night Miss. Quinn" Mercedes said quietly, "they should be down for breakfast in a few minutes."
"What?" Quinn repeated, her mind was slow processing what Mercedes had just said. 'Her parents were back? What was she going to do? They didn't know about Sam, was she going to tell them? Of course she wasn't, but how were they going to be together? What was she going to do?' Quinn thought, her mind racing 1000 miles per hour.
"Miss, Quinn?" Mercedes asked to her friend who looked unconscious at the moment, "are you alright?"
Quinn snapped back to reality and nodded, "where are they now?" she asked trying to calm down.
"Upstairs, but they'll come down in not so long," Mercedes said, wiping the table, not looking at Quinn.
Quinn tried to keep a straight face. She was strong, she could deal with her parents; they were obviously not going to like the fact that she was with Sam, but what's the worse that could happen, them forbidding her to see him again? She would just run away with him. Yes, she would leave everything behind for one Sam Evans. She would do anything for him; and she knew that he would do anything for her. Maybe they could go live in Ohio, where he's from; maybe in a nice northern cottage, not too bid, but not too small, either. And they would be married, maybe even with a few kids, happy and healthy; and safe, with no fears of ever being apart.
Quinn's daydream was interrupted by her mother's shriek.
"Quinny!" she screamed, running over to her only daughter and throwing her arms around her, "oh my goodness, it's been too long. I've missed you terribly in Richmond." Judy was sobbing into Quinn's shoulder, "can you believe what has happened? I'm so sorry that you had to deal with all of this on your own, Quinny. I would've come earlier, but I just got caught up."
'Yes, she got caught up all right, probably at the gossip table with wine, and god knows who,' Quinn thought to her self and she patted her mother's back.
"I know, mother, I know," Quinn said, muffled in her mother's embrace.
"Oh, you're father's upstairs, he'll be so happy to see you too," Judy said finally letting Quinn go, "I'll go get him." She disappeared up the stairs, leaving Quinn standing there horrified.
Sure seeing her parents wasn't all that bad, she hadn't really missed the though. She turned around seeing Mercedes had already retreated to the kitchen, probably to serve breakfast. Quinn sighed and sat down on one of the dining chairs with a huff. Quinn was never great at lying, she had been raised and taught to never lie, and did she hardly ever. How was she going to tell her parents about Sam? She had to pick the right time; not just blurt it out, she had to catch them at the right moment.
"Aww, there's my girl," Russell Fabray's voice boomed from the stairs. Quinn turned around and plastered a smile on her face; she had to come off, happy and convincing.
"Father!" she fake- exclaimed getting up from her chair and walking towards her father, where she was enveloped in his large arms.
"It's so good to see you again my darling, Washington was a dozy experience, and I missed you're bright spirit the most," her father said letting her go and looking at her face. Quinn fake smiled again, her parents were trying to flatter her so they could get something in return, obviously.
"Thank you, father," Quinn said playing coy, but she knew that they wanted something from her or of her to do.
"Let's have some breakfast, shall we," Russell said gesturing over to the now full dining table, Russell went and sat down followed by Judy; Quinn shuffled her feet after them, not really in the mood for any food.
"So, Quinny, tell us; how've the Yankees been? They didn't steal anything did they?" he mother asked, taking a sip of her juice.
Quinn shook her head, her stomach feeling slightly queasy, seeing all the food. "They've been honorable mother," she said defending Sam and the other soldiers, who have been nothing but kind to her and the other slaves ever since they arrived, "they've been rather kind and considerate."
"Is that so?" Russell said swallowing the large bight of bread he had just bitten, "I heard the Yankees in Mr. Reynolds plantation in Alabama have torn up the entire plantation and killed all the crops," Russell plopped another piece of bread into his mouth after spreading it with a massive amount of butter.
"How're our crops doing, by the way, Quinny?" Judy said eating her eggs with a fork.
"They've been destroyed, but not by the Yankees," Quinn said taking a small sip of water, although that didn't feel good either, "the confederates attacked the Yankees on our land and fought them, they would eventually loose many men however," Quinn shook her head in fake disappointment. She didn't like the confederates, they were obnoxious and rude, and she didn't like them at all.
"Isn't that disappointing," Russell said, "you know I hear the war hasn't even really begun, the most is still yet to be done," he took a sip from his goblet and smiled at Quinn. Russell then looked at Judy, who gave him a knowing look and then he turned back to his only daughter.
"Quinny, we have something to tell you," her father said cautiously, Quinn was confused, what could they possibly have to tell her?
"With the Yankees on our land, there isn't much money coming in darling," her mother continued, looking at Quinn, as was her father.
"That's terrible," was all Quinn could think of saying at this point.
"We, need the money Quinn, we have debts we need to pay the cotton agents and they want the money now," her father said shamelessly, which surprised Quinn; her father was a proud man and rarely should any sign of weakness.
"What are you going to do?" Quinn asked looking back and forth from her mother to her father, looking for any kind of indication of what they were trying to say.
"Quinny," her mother said in a calm soothing voice, "in order for us to pay off our debt, we… we need you to marry Noah Puckerman."
The words hit Quinn like a freight train, going at a million miles per hour. "What!" she nearly screamed, standing up from her chair and staring at her parents.
"Listen, Quinny, Noah's father has money and if you were to marry him, what's his would be also yours; then you could loan us the money needed to pay off the debt and we promise to pay you back as soon as the war ends," her father rationalized.
Quinn shook her head furiously, "no," she simply answered.
"No?" her mother questioned, "you're going to let out family name be besmirched? We'll have to work in sweat shops to make up the money, can you imagine, watching our fine things auctioned away for money?" Judy put her hand over her moth, as if to stop from crying.
"I'm sorry, mother, father; but I'm not going to marry Noah Puckerman," she said in a final tone.
"Why not Quinny?" Russell asked, "Noah's rich, good looking, I'm sure he's not a bad guy; he's perfect for you."
"Perfect for me?" Quinn shrieked, she was mad know; she was going to give her parents a piece of her mind. "How could you two possibly know who's 'perfect' for me? Did you know that the aforementioned 'perfect guy' Noah Puckerman tried to rape me at the suitor party before the war? Yes, he did, he tried but I got away. I didn't just go out to ride my horse that late at night!" she spat at her bewildered parents' faces. "I'm not marrying Noah Puckerman, or anyone else of your choosing! I don't care about our family name, and I would be more than happy to see that ugly $1000 painting be auctioned away for money because of your foolishness!" Quinn pointed at the painting above her mothers head.
Her parents just sat there shocked. They couldn't believe what had just come out of their daughter's mouth. They were speechless, but eventually Judy was the first to speak.
"Quinn Celeste Fabray! How dare you speak to us that way? We are your parents and you are to obey what ever order we give you," Judy said staring daggers into her daughter's eyes, but Quinn didn't even flinch, "Mr. Puckerman was not in his right mind that night, he had too much to drink, and you are to marry him." Judy's tone was sharp, but Quinn wasn't even scared.
"Well mother, I'm afraid you have to find another wife for Mr. Puckerman, because I'm not marrying him," Quinn snapped back at her mother.
"Quinn," her father spoke for the first time since Quinn's outburst, "You are to marry Mr. Puckerman, or you are no daughter of mine; I will forbid you from my house." Russell wasn't actually serious, he was hoping to scare his daughter so she would marry Noah, but Quinn didn't even look surprised.
"Fine," Quinn said astounding both her parents, "I guess, this is goodbye than mother, father," Quinn nodded to both of them and ran out of the house, and towards the military base. Not even looking back.
_SQ_
"Sam!" Artie called as Sam cleaned up the camp fire. Sam turned around to find Artie jogging towards him.
"Did you hear?" Artie asked and Sam just looked at him confused, Artie looked worried. What was he talking about?
"No, what is it?" Sam asked.
"Their back," Artie said and Sam just stared at him, "Mr. and Mrs. Fabray, Quinn's parents."
Sam immediately understood. Quinn's parents were back. He was instantly apprehensive, was Quinn okay? Where was she? He couldn't just go back to her room; he couldn't even be close to her since her parents were back. They'd never really discussed this, but Sam had definitely thought about their future. Where were they going? He wanted to mart Quinn, if he survived this war. But her life wasn't that simple, and he knew it. He had no doubt in his mind that she loved him, but her parents were never going to agree on him marrying her; heck if they knew that Quinn and him were even friends they would be furious. The way Quinn spoke of her parents, Sam knew that they were not the most considerate of people. Did they even know what love was? Quinn had told him that their marriage was arranged, they barely knew each other when they got married.
"Sam, are you okay?" Artie asked disturbing Sam from his thoughts. Sam hadn't moved for a long time and Artie was concerned for his friend.
"Huh?" Sam said looking at Artie, and then did his current situation come back to him. "Oh, yeah I'm okay, I little nervous though," Sam replied truthfully. He was a lot more than nervous but he needed to keep calm. Quinn was probably dealing with her parents at this current moment in time; he needed to be strong, for her.
"Abrams!" Captain Shuester called from distance.
Artie whipped around in the direction of his voice, and then looked back at Sam, "I should go, but if you need anything, I'm here for you, okay?" Artie said reassuringly.
"Yeah, thanks," Sam said watching Artie jog over to the captain.
Sam sat down in one of the wood seats around the turned out camp fire, his head in his hands. What was he going to do?
Just then he heard someone yelling his name. "Sam!" Quinn yelled looking everywhere for her boyfriend. She had run to the military camp sight, and started screaming Sam's name, tired of running.
Sam jumped up, out if his seat, and he whipped around to the direction of her voice. "Quinn?" he called, looking around for her.
As soon as she heard his voice, she ran in the direction of his voice and calmed down a little when she was in his strong embrace.
Sam wrapped his arms around her small frame tightly, burying his face in her hair. Quinn arms were like vice grips around his neck; holding on to him for dear life. Quinn jumped us onto his torso, her legs tired of running.
"Quinn…" Sam whispered against her shoulder, pulling back to see her face, but still holding her tightly. She had been crying, her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were red. "Quinn, love, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Sam asked concerned.
Quinn just shook her head and buried her head into Sam's neck. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted him to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay.
And that he did, they eventually sat down on the seat Sam had been on earlier; she curled up in his lap, crying into his neck. Sam just held her and rubbed her back, "It's going to be okay," Sam whispered in her ear, even though he wasn't quite sure what 'it' was.
They sat like that for a while, neither of them saying a word. After what seemed like hours they both heard someone calling Quinn's name. "Quinn! Quinn Celeste Fabray you come here this instance!" it was Russell Fabray. Quinn shook violently in Sam's arms when she heard her father's voice.
Sam looked over at the distance of the voice and held on to Quinn tighter; as if he could keep anything from separating them. The voice was getting closer and Sam stood up, pulling Quinn up with him.
"Come on," he said leading her towards the woods, away from her father's voice. Quinn obediently followed, not caring where he took her, just that they would be together was reason enough for her to move her feet. They went deeper and deeper into the woods and soon her father's voice was barely able to be heard.
Sam turned around to face Quinn who was looking at him with such intensity that it shook Sam to his core. "Sam," Quinn spoke for the first time. She just looked at him, it didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around her; guarding her from all the dangers and struggles they would face these next few days.
"Shh… it's okay; you're safe; you're alright," Sam whispered in her ear, rocking Quinn back and forth, trying his best to comfort her.
Quinn pulled back to look at Sam, but she didn't let him go. "Sam, they- they want me to ma-marry Noah Puckerman," she said barely getting the words off her tongue. Sam just rubbed her back, his anger rising; how dare they choose her husband for her?
"They need money… Sam, and- and they want m-me to ma-marry Puck so they can get money from h-him," Quinn barely finished speaking before she burst into tears and fell into Sam's waiting, strong, protecting arms.
"Its okay, Quinn; I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Sam said kissing her hair reassuring her, but he wasn't so sure himself. How was he going to protect her, if he was going to leave her in a few weeks?
Quinn just shook her head, "run away with me Sam," she said seriously looking deep into his blue eyes. Sam just stared at her, was she serious?
"Quinn, I would run away with you in the blink of an eye, but are you sure that is what you want?" Sam asked looking down at her, trying to read her expression. At first it was neutral, but then it was hurt, and then anger.
"What do you mean that's not what I want?" she said, a little harsher than she meant to, "I want to be with you Sam! They're not going to stop until they get what the want," she referred to her parents, pulling out of his embrace.
"I know that Quinn, but running away is-" Sam said before being cut off by Quinn. He tired to reach for her, but she shied away.
"You don't want to run away with me?" Quinn asked, her expression was know hurt. Most of the time Sam found it difficult to read Quinn, but not today, today she was a clear as an open book.
"Of course I do, Quinn! How can you even suggest otherwise?" Sam asked shocked she had said that.
"Then let's go then, what are you waiting of then?" she asked not understanding him at all.
"Quinn, we can't just leave, we have to sit down and think about this. Come here," he said holding out his arms for her; she was slightly hesitant but eventually gave in and fell into his comfortable, strong arms.
"They're going to try to take me away form you Sam," she whispered against his shoulder. Sam just stroked her hair not knowing what to say. "We can go back to Lima, Sam. Where you're from," she explained.
"We could live there Sam, the both of us, get married, even start a family," she laid out what their life could've been right in front of him. Sam just held her tighter.
"Quinn, I want all of those things with you, but I can't just leave, I'll be arrested for trying to run away from the war. I swore my allegiance to the army and I have to serve my duty," Sam explained to her watching understanding wash over Quinn's face and then concern sinking in.
"What are we going to do?" she said burying her face into his neck, waiting for him to answer. They stood there for what seemed like forever to each of them; neither of them knowing what they were going to do.
_SQ_
"Search everywhere! She couldn't have gotten far!" Russell Fabray yelled at his slaves as they scurried into the woods looking for their masters run away daughter.
Judy came up to Russell and put a hand on his shoulder, "What if we can't find her, Russell?" Judy asked her husband.
"Then we have to sell the house, the land, everything we own; no one buy the slaves though, not with fear of loosing them because of the war," Russell said looking off into the distance his daughter had run off to.
"I can't believe she's being so heartless, our own daughter," Judy said mostly to herself than Russell.
"I knew she was never going to be much help to us, always hanging around the slaves, girl like that is only good for one thing and that is marrying into money," Russell said and Judy nodded.
"I believe the only reason she is acting like this is because she's been with one of the Yankees," Judy told Russell who stared at her with wide eyes.
"What do you mean 'with one of the Yankees'?" Russell asked his wife.
"Neighborhood gossip, I didn't think anything of it before, but now… I can't help but think she's been foolish enough to court one of those pathetic men," Judy explained to Russell, "he's probably already forced her to have relations with him, poor little bitch, probably thinks he loves her."
Russell just nodded, "I can't believe I raised a whore as a daughter, she's no good than one of those farm slaves," Russell said impatiently waiting for one of the slaves to come by dragging his daughter at hand. "When they find her, I ought to wipe her, maybe then she'll realize not to disobey our orders, then we'll have Mr. Puckerman do whatever he pleases with her, I'm sure we can get a fair amount from them for her," Russell strategizes.
Judy didn't say anything, she didn't want her own daughter wiped as if she was a runaway slave, but in spite of all that Judy knew that Quinn deserved it.
"I think that she'll realize what we did was for the best one day," Judy said quietly to herself, Russell like always not paying attention to his wife.
_SQ_
Quinn jumped up when her and Sam's peaceful silence was interrupted by the rustling of leaves nearby.
"What was that?" she asked looking around for any stray animal or even worse one of her father's men here to capture her.
"I don't know," Sam said looking around also, but he couldn't find anything. Just then behind him a tall black man emerged from the woods.
"Well, looky her, we's finds Missy Quinn," said the slave looking at Quinn who was clutching tightly onto Sam's arm. 2 other slaves emerged from the woods and stood behind the initial slave.
"What do you want?" Sam said through his teeth.
"Oh no, Mr. Yankee, sir, we don't wants to bother y'alls; master sents us to fetch Missy Fabray," said the slave who just then seemed to notice Sam and the gun attached to his waist.
"We's really thinks y'alls are angels from god, helping free us old niggas," said one of the slaves behind.
"Thank you, but Miss. Quinn here can't leave with you I'm afraid," Sam said not harshly, but not sweetly either.
The slaves looked scared, but he tall one spoke, "we don't wants to makes y'alls unhappy, but Master Fabray sent mens everywheres looking for Miss Quinn, even Mr. O'Dell," the man said looking at Quinn who was holding on to Sam's arm so tightly it hurt; Quinn gasped when she heard about Mr. O'Dell.
Sam noticed this and looked at Quinn and then back at the slaves, "who's Mr. O'Dell?" he asked.
"Oh, Mr. O'Dell, he the overseer and the sheriff too, he gots a whip and a gun too," explained the tall slave, "he got his mens looking for Missy Quinn too."
Sam looked at Quinn who stood there paralyzed; Mr. O'Dell was the plantation overseer, his job was to watch over the slaves, and beat them when ever they did something wrong. Her father rarely ever sent Mr. O'Dell to do something not related to the slaves, and there was rarely any crime in Alexandria; Mr. O'Dell was probably the cruelest man in all of Virginia, he would whip slaves at no fault of their own, Quinn thought he liked to see them scream every time they got a lash. The thought of him coming after her, made Quinn shiver.
"Could I please ask you three to leave," Sam asked the slaves, "run away, north isn't that far from here. I'm sure others have fled also, freedom is close fellas," Sam suggested, wrapping his arm around a terrified Quinn's front.
The slaves just looked at Sam before a light bulb popped in their heads, "which way we's ought to go, Mr. Yankee?" asked the tall slave.
"Just follow the north star," said Sam, "brightest star out there, it's hard to miss."
The slaves turned back to face each other and just nodded. "Thank you's Mr. Yankee, sir," and with that they ran off in the direction of the slave cabins behind the big house.
As soon as the left, Sam led Quinn over to one of the seats and sat her down; he crouched in front of her taking both her hands in her lap and squeezing them lightly.
"Quinn?" he asked, not knowing what to say.
"They're going to find me Sam," she cried, tears streaming down her face and onto her lap and onto their entwined hands, "Mr. O'Dell has his men out to find me, it won't be long before they look in the military camp, look how quickly the slaves found us." Quinn looked down at her lap, not wanting to meet his eyes at this moment.
"Quinn, that's not going to happen," Sam reassured her, putting her hands on her neck and making her look at him.
Quinn wasn't paying attention to what Sam had just said because right behind him she saw a tall white man with a gun charging at Sam.
"Sam watch out!" she yelled but it was too late, the man had hit Sam's head with his riffle, and Sam fell over unconscious. He hands sliding down from Quinn's neck, and Quinn all of a sudden felt cold.
"Gotcha Miss," said a man from behind Quinn after he gripped her arms tightly so there was no way she could escape. The men dragged Quinn out of the woods, ignoring her many screams, kicks, and protests. It took a while but they finally got her out of the dark woods.
"Please! Please don't take me back to them!" she cried, but the men just laughed.
"Mr. O'Dell will be pleased with this little one, your father even said he could fuck you while he was at it," snickered one of the men, earning him a laugh from the other.
"But until we get him, you are to stay here," said the other man, throwing her into one of the empty slave cabins, locking the door as they left.
Quinn stood up as soon as she was released but the door was already shut and looked securely, no way could she get loose. Quinn banged repeatedly on the door, yelling for someone, anyone, but no one came.
After endless minutes of relentless knocking Quinn heard the door unlock form the outside. Quinn braced her self for Mr. O'Dell's old malicious laugh, but instead as the door opened she saw the face of Sam Evans. As soon as she saw him she launched himself into his arms.
"Sam!" she said gripping onto his neck tightly. From behind him she saw the two dead bloody guards, a bullet through each of their hearts; probably Sam's, she also saw Mercedes watching out for them from behind the dead men.
"Omigod," Sam breathed against her hair, running his hands all over her body making sure she was ok, he was holding her up, "are you okay? Did they hurt you?" he asked continuing to let his hands roam.
"Quinn just held on tighter to him, running her hand across the part of his head which was hit by the man, it was slightly swollen. "I'm fine now, are you okay?" she asked him back and he just nodded, making no big deal of it.
"I'm so sorry, I told you I wasn't going to let them take you away and I juts fell over insensible, I'm so sorry," Sam whispered into her neck, tightening his hold on her.
"Sam," Quinn said, "it's not you're fault, they knocked you out, please don't think this is your fault."
Sam just nodded quickly before letting Quinn's feet return to the ground and let go of her body, Quinn whimpered at him letting go. "We have to get out of here, let's go," he said leading her out the door where they were met by Mercedes. "Thanks for helping me Mercedes," Sam said to her. Mercedes nodded before hugging Quinn.
"Oh, Miss. Quinn!" she cried, "please be safe, I may not ever see you again." Mercedes had big teardrops coming from her eyes.
"Thank you so much Mercedes, for everything," Quinn said hugging her best friend, tears free falling, "for being my best friend, for helping save me, I'll miss you so much."
"Me too," Mercedes said before letting Quinn go and turning to Sam, "take care of her okay."
"I will," Sam said reaching for Quinn who leaned into him, "thank you Mercedes."
Mercedes nodded and handed Sam a small traveling bag. Sam led Quinn away from the cabin, away from the woods, towards the train station across town.
They ran their as quickly as they could but Sam had to eventually end up carrying Quinn. When they finally got there, he put her down as they hid behind one of the pillars in the empty section of the station.
Sam turned them both around leaning Quinn against the pillar, his hands on both sides of her head; he handed her a train ticket and two enveloped letters.
"Sam?" she asked confused.
"This is a train ticket to Lima, Ohio, your train leaves in 15 minutes," Sam said watching Quinn's eyes water up, "this one is a letter I wrote to my parents, their address is on the back, all you have to do is give it to them, they'll understand and let you stay with them until I come back. The other one is a letter I wrote to you, for when I'm not there and you want me to be all you have to do is read it and know I'll be there." Quinn was now crying; she wrapped her arms around Sam sobbing into his neck.
"You're not coming with me?" she asked not really wanting to hear his answer because she knew what it was.
"I can't sweetheart," Sam said hugging her back, "but I'll promise to write all the time, everyday, every hour if I have to."
Quinn continued to cry, "are you sure about this?" she asked him, but it wasn't like she had any choice, but would his parents keep a strayed southern girl who claimed to have a letter from their son in the army which claimed that they were in love and that they should take care of her. Would they even believe her?
Sam seemed to understand her worries, "Yes, I put a lot of personal family stuff in the letter so they know that I'm the one who actually wrote it," Sam said rubbing Quinn's back.
Quinn arms tightened around his neck, which was almost impossible because they were as tight as they could be without strangling him. "When will I see you again?" she asked looking at him.
"As soon as possible," Sam answered, "as soon as this war is over, I am going to run to Lima and to you if I have to."
They held onto each other for about 7 minutes more, neither of them moving or speaking, much like thy had been in the woods.
Sam realized that her train would be leaving soon and he pulled back but was immediately pulled to Quinn, her lips crushing into his. He instantly kissed her back; his hands going down to her waist and her were running through his hair, pulling his head closer to her.
They finally broke apart not wanting to suffocate each other. "I love you, Sam Evans," Quinn said moving his bangs from his forehead.
"I love you too, Quinn Fabray," Sam replied and then he let her go and looked deep into her eyes. He took her hand and got down on one knee, pulling a ring box out form his pocket. Quinn gaped at him.
"My grandfather gave this to my grandmother, they died a few years back, but before they did she gave this to me telling me that once I find the right lady I shall give it to her; I took it everywhere with me," he said opening the ring box to reveal a small, delicate diamond ring. Quinn gasped; it was beautiful, perfect, not to fancy but not to dull, just right.
"I knew you were the right girl from the moment I met you, even though I tried so hard not to let you be, you still were. I loved you from the first moment I saw you crying in those woods all those months ago; I know that you, Quinn Fabray are the one for me. I love you with all my heart and loosing you seems worse than being damned to hell," Sam continued watching tears fall without restraint from Quinn's eyes, "Quinn Fabray, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?" Sam asked squeezing her hand.
Quinn didn't know what to say, so she didn't use words, she just nodded, not wanting to cry but the tears couldn't be stopped. Sam gave her a smile, the first time either one of them has smiled today, and slipped the ring onto the third finger of her right hand before kissing it. He stood up and gave her a long passionate kiss, pulling away too soon for Quinn's liking.
"I love you so much," she said looking at him and then at the ring on her finger and giving a small smile.
"I love you too," he said before the clock on the pillar dinged, reminding Sam and Quinn that this was the final boarding for the train. Sam just took her hand and led her to the entrance into the train. He handed her the travel bag with some of her clothes and personal items and kissed her one more time before letting her go into the train.
Quinn handed the conductor her ticket and looked back at Sam, tears stinging in her eyes, he seemed to have tears in his eyes too. She mouthed 'I love you' and he did the same, she gave one last wave and walked into the train; her heart aching with every step she took away from him.
Sam had tears in his eyes, watching her go; he doesn't think he has cried in years and today he's just letting all of his emotions flow right out through his tears.
Quinn watched Sam from the window; he couldn't see her because of the dark glass o the windows, her heart hurt watching his disappear in the distance as the train went forward, leaving him behind. Oh, how much she wished for him to be right next to her in the compartment, his arms wrapped around her protectively; then she remembered the letter he had given her: 'for when I'm not there and you want me to be all you have to do is read it and know I'll be there' Quinn felt tears in her eyes again as she opened the letter.
My dearest Quinn,
Please forgive me for not being there with you right now, not being there to hold you, to kiss you. I am truly sorry. Quinn, know that you were the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I miss you terribly, where ever I may be at this point. Remember to always smile, because you have the most beautiful smile and to see you cry is just a shame because it hides that beautiful smile. What ever you might be thinking or where ever you might be, just know that I love you and that I will be there in no time eat all. Just close those breath taking eyes and I'll be with you. I advise you not to worry about me, I'm alright wherever I may be; even though you've taken my heart with you. I will come back for you Quinn, don't you ever think otherwise, I will come back to marry you, to be with you for as long as we shall live. I promise that it might seem hard know, but it'll get better, I wish more than nothing to me next to you right now. My love, you will get through what ever you're having trouble with and I'm not there to help you through it; you'll make it through Quinn. Those short months I've spend with you Quinn have been the happiest of my life and I will forever cherish them, keep those memories alive in your heart Quinn and I'll be there before you know it to make some new memories with you. Please don't you ever lose hope, always know that even though I may be hundreds of miles away, I'm still there with you, my heart never left you. I know you're probably crying as you read this, but please don't; I hate seeing you cry. Instead just smile and know that things are going to get better, no matter how bad they might seem. I will always love you.
Forever yours,
Sam
Quinn could see tear drops on the pages coming down from her eyes, before she quickly wiped them away, remembering what Sam had written her. Folding the letter back and clutching it to her heart, Quinn lay down in one of those small cots in her empty compartment and dozed of to restless sleep.
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