I don't know why I'm here.
I really shouldn't be. I shouldn't be here.
But I am.
Because I need to be here.
There are things I have to say, truths to be told.
Something to make it seem like Rachel Berry isn't dying in vain.
But she is.
She is dying.
She's dying in vain.
She didn't tell me.
She didn't tell me that she was dying. That she had a tumor. A brain tumor.
But I guess she couldn't, I guess she couldn't of come to me.
Because I'm a bitch.
I call her names like Manhands, treasure trail, and Yentl.
Names like that broke her spirit.
Because the only person I have ever cared about is Brittany.
I don't know how to love anyone else.
So, right now, here, I'm standing in the doorway.
I'm looking at Rachel's cold, lifeless body.
So I go to her and I whisper sweet nothings.
How I was jealous, I was jealous of her.
She was going to get out of Lima.
And I never would.
I know that she's a fighter.
An annoying little fighter.
But you can only fight so hard.
You can only give so much.
So I'm crying now.
Because if this were any other situation, I would never apologize.
I would never tell her that she was better.
That she was always better than me.
So I whisper to her, that I love her.
I love her just like I love Brittany.
And no matter what.
No matter what I said.
We were always family.
So I get up, wipe my tears, and walk away.
Just as I step out of the doorway, I look back.
I look back to the girl.
The girl with the broken spirits.
The girl with the broken dreams.