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Rachel rubbed her hands together and tucked them under her arms as she stood on the cold New York rooftop. Blearily she could see the roof door just a few feet away, but the snow was beginning to stick to her lashes and she was too cold to wipe them away.
Kurt was right, she never should've come out on this rooftop, but she had been so sure of her audition that the news she'd lost it had required dramatic action. Which had involved wine and the roof and drunk texting her best friend who was probably sitting warm and safe from freezing to death in their loft three floors down.
She swallowed and grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle beside her, lifting it up for one more drink. She lifted it higher and higher and higher before realizing that there was actually no more drink to be had.
And then she didn't even have the taste of mediocrity to keep her company.
Kurt was right, she never should've come out on this rooftop, but she had been so sure of her audition that the news she'd lost it had required dramatic action. Which had involved wine and the roof and drunk texting her best friend who was probably sitting warm and safe from freezing to death in their loft three floors down.
She swallowed and grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle beside her, lifting it up for one more drink. She lifted it higher and higher and higher before realizing that there was actually no more drink to be had.
And then she didn't even have the taste of mediocrity to keep her company.