Fic: Fairy Tales and Wishful Thinking
Title: Fairy Tales and Wishful Thinking
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: G
Length: 365
Spoilers: None
Summary: A young Rachel's fairy tale and a teen Quinn's wishful thinking, in two drabbles woven into one.
A/N: A drabble mash-up if you will, in a format that my best friend and I wrote dialogues & monologues in, when we were in high school and college. Half of the words here are hers. I just changed my part in it and let's just say I...Faberry-fied it a little bit. You may read it as it is or separately, by POV, if you want.
I’d like to tell you a story.
I think it all began…
Once upon a time,
…In kindergarten.
There was a little girl.
She was five, I was six.
And she loved the stars-
And she knew what she wanted.
Big stars, tiny stars, shooting stars, and faraway stars-
Even then, she knew-
Of course, all stars are far away.
She wanted to be a star.
And all she wanted to do was to look at them.
And I would look at her in awe.
And she would look at me and smile.
Every night,
I thought of her,
Before she went to sleep,
Sometimes,
She would look at the sky
And thought of me…
That was hers,
Or so she’d like to believe.
…When we were kids.
Those nights she was happy.
And I remembered being happy.
But then, the smiles faded.
And then, the storms came.
And the tears started to drop.
And the rain hid the stars.
And I didn’t know why I did what I did to her.
But for some time,
I was lost. And she...well, she…
She made herself feel better
Kept on forgiving me, somehow…But I was left
With just the memory
With just the memory of her smiles
…Of a star-filled sky.
…And of the twinkle in her eyes.
And I knew,
She waited for them to come back.
She waited for me to come back
...to her.
In her waiting,
For all it was worth,
She found only loneliness.
I felt nothing but loneliness.
And her loneliness was deeper than a clear sky at night
And I felt emptier as the days went by
When there were no stars.
And she wasn’t there
…With me.
And she was simply...lost.
So here I am,
Wishing she would
Maybe someday she could
Still find it in her heart to
Find the one who would
Wait for me. And I would
Help her find the stars again and
Be brave for her.
Maybe it wouldn’t be lonely.
Maybe then I’d be happy
Maybe then she’d be happy
Again...maybe then…
…With the stars in someone else’s eyes.
It still wouldn’t be too late.
You had stars in your eyes.
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: G
Length: 365
Spoilers: None
Summary: A young Rachel's fairy tale and a teen Quinn's wishful thinking, in two drabbles woven into one.
A/N: A drabble mash-up if you will, in a format that my best friend and I wrote dialogues & monologues in, when we were in high school and college. Half of the words here are hers. I just changed my part in it and let's just say I...Faberry-fied it a little bit. You may read it as it is or separately, by POV, if you want.
I’d like to tell you a story.
I think it all began…
Once upon a time,
…In kindergarten.
There was a little girl.
She was five, I was six.
And she loved the stars-
And she knew what she wanted.
Big stars, tiny stars, shooting stars, and faraway stars-
Even then, she knew-
Of course, all stars are far away.
She wanted to be a star.
And all she wanted to do was to look at them.
And I would look at her in awe.
And she would look at me and smile.
Every night,
I thought of her,
Before she went to sleep,
Sometimes,
She would look at the sky
And thought of me…
That was hers,
Or so she’d like to believe.
…When we were kids.
Those nights she was happy.
And I remembered being happy.
But then, the smiles faded.
And then, the storms came.
And the tears started to drop.
And the rain hid the stars.
And I didn’t know why I did what I did to her.
But for some time,
I was lost. And she...well, she…
She made herself feel better
Kept on forgiving me, somehow…But I was left
With just the memory
With just the memory of her smiles
…Of a star-filled sky.
…And of the twinkle in her eyes.
And I knew,
She waited for them to come back.
She waited for me to come back
...to her.
In her waiting,
For all it was worth,
She found only loneliness.
I felt nothing but loneliness.
And her loneliness was deeper than a clear sky at night
And I felt emptier as the days went by
When there were no stars.
And she wasn’t there
…With me.
And she was simply...lost.
So here I am,
Wishing she would
Maybe someday she could
Still find it in her heart to
Find the one who would
Wait for me. And I would
Help her find the stars again and
Be brave for her.
Maybe it wouldn’t be lonely.
Maybe then I’d be happy
Maybe then she’d be happy
Again...maybe then…
…With the stars in someone else’s eyes.
It still wouldn’t be too late.
You had stars in your eyes.