A/N: Prompt from actuallyleslieknope; Finchel - stars. I made myself sad, peh. Thanks!
Whenever she had felt like she couldn't go on, Rachel had looked up at the heavens.
She had memorized the location of the Finn star at least a year ago already, it keeping her company even before she had first arrived in New York with its namesake busy with the United States Army and the world at large. It was full of twinkling, inclusive warmth that, even if she had been fooling herself by latching onto memories of the past, still managed to fill her with the feeling of real, overwhelming love.
Real, overwhelming love that granted her the space to grow, to learn, to experience a life away, as well.
And eventually, real, overwhelming love that, once she'd learned of the passing of the man she'd loved for the past four years, had barely been enough to keep going.