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After graduation Rachel went to Julliard. She got a role in one off-broadway show at the same time. Not leading female, but she got a role, which meant she was exactly an actress now. When she told me that I could sensed the exciting and joy in her words. I went to the NYU for literature. I wanted to be a writer.
Maybe someday, maybe I could write a musical of which Rachel could be the leading. But, no, I was not good at musical lines. Maybe a film. I was good at words. I can write some lame poetry. Such like 'roses are red, violent are blue, I want give you the only thing I have, the light of the new moon.' Roses, maybe I could buy some roses for her opening night. No, lilies would be better. Rachel liked lilies. She told me when she got her first rose from a stupid boy. They didn't go well, they broke up two months before graduation, which made me incredible happy.
She flied to New York three days before me. When I got her message says 'I am standing in front of Broadway. They don't know who would storm over them!', with a photo she standing straight in her plaid skirt and owl sweater with a big smile. The sunlight poured over her hair making them shining like the sweet brown chocolate fall.
I smiled at the sight. The days before I go to New York decreased, I became more nervous. Not about the future thing.
I got my stuff to my apartment and then standing at balcony look down at the New York. It's so wonderful. Busy people passed the way at high speed. The centre park and the horses even now I cannot see. I was here. So was Rachel. Rachel was here.
I told her that I was going to NYU, she was happy for me—'then you can come to see my show!'. Like I would not.
Just while I was thinking about Rachel, my laptop beeped. I checked it finding a new message from Rachel.
I wonder that, while you and I are in the same city and will being here in a long time, maybe we should meet if it's not an unsuitable situation to you? If you turned it down it's ok. I should not ask that at second thought. You even don't want to send me your own photo. Anyway, I just wonder. Hope you having a nice day!
I stared at screen for more than five minutes. How should I reply? I had no idea.
Why I was here? I had no idea. Why I was in my write shirt and skinny jeans sitting at a table in a café looked like some dump boy waiting for their first date? I had no idea. I was nervous and it's not about future as well. Ok, it was about future. Future which would come to after twenty minutes.
Rachel would be here at anytime. She was never a late person, in deed she always went to a meeting far more before it started. She could walk through the glass door anytime. What shall I do? Perhaps I should not greet her, just sit here pretending nothing ever happen. She would not recognize me and thought Lucy set her up. Yeah, I definitely should…
And then I saw her, pushed the door open smiling defeats the sunshine behind her back.
I was sitting here looked like an idiot.
I saw her looking around to figure out who was the person who insisted that not give her a photo but would meet her at a café greeting her with surprise.
Feeling like I were like a stalker, I drive (or sense) myself stand up and walk to her. I never lost one sight of her when I walked to her. I saw her turn to me and eyes lit up like some princess in Disney movies.
"Quinn! What a surprise! What are you doing here? How…." She beamed at me while I slowly walked to her. She continually said something I hardly got.
Cause she looked at me. She looked at me with those eyes I hadn't seen for two years and three months. She. Look. At. Me.
The world was black and white. The sunshine faded its light. The noise around me became silence. Rachel was colorful. Her blue skirt (not pared with keen high socks), yellow sweater, her chocolate brown warm eyes could made the ice melt into water in December.
"….Quinn? Quinn?" her concerned voice blows me into reality. I closed my eyes inhaling deeply. Opened my eyes, I was looking at her. God, I am so nervous I cannot speak out a word.
"Are you ok? You face are pale and you lips are trembling…am I say something wrong? Did I interrupt you? Forgive me if I ….."
"No." I blurted out. Just one word was enough to release me press. "How are you doing? "
Her smile came back. She grinned at me, "I am good. I went to Julliard. I got a role in an off-broadway show. And I am here to meet a friend who I have ever met or see before…" She frowned a little. So adorable.
"Lucy." I blurted out again.
She looked at me with surprise, and then curious.
"Lucy. Lucy Quinn Fabray."
She just stared at me, blinked several times.
"Lucy was my name before I transferred to Lima. it's my first name. I changed my first name with my second name."
Then I saw that look again. Nothing in her eyes and all emotion all aroused in them at the same time.
She started to shake. Her lips were trembling and her eyelash were quivering.
"It….it's impossible…Lucy is so nice, so kind and friendly and sweet…you, you, you are Quinn…I , I ..it's impossible. It's …am I dreaming? Are you set me up? Again?"
It hurts me. Her words hurts me too much. But I had no thing to say. I couldn't explain. I can't even explain to myself.
"why do you do this? Why you, of all the people, do this?"
There was no answer and Rachel seemed to not need it. She turned around, ran outside the café before I make a move. I started to chase after her.
"Rachel! Rachel! Wait! Rachel, let me explain! Rachel! Rachel!"
She ran cross the road. The cars were all stop at sudden, cursing flying over my ears, and screaming everywhere.
Because there was a car stopped not as soon as it should and, and Rachel was hit by it.
I rushed to her who was lying on the ground blood bleeding over her back head and shoulder.
"Rachel! Rachel! Are you ok? Can you hear me? Rachel!" I must have been screamed.
She had her eyes closing tight, there are some blood on her face. I used my sleeves trying to wipe them away.
"Someone call 911! " I shouted around, "please!" I looked down at her, "Rachel, can you hear me?"
"No. .. not you…Lucy…" she murmured, "I want to see Lucy…she is sweet…she is kind…she is my friend…." The sound went quiet.
"Rachel. I am Lucy…I am! Rachel, please, please hold on. The 911 is coming. Don't …don't…Rachel! Look at me… Rachel ..look at me…." I must have been crying, cause I saw the tears dropping into Rachel's face. The blood and the tears.
"… not you… not you any more…"
She passed out.
I felt like I was dying at that second.