Since She Went Away (Quinn/Rachel)
Name: Since She Went Away
Rating: PG
Length: 266
Summary: Rachel considers her wedding ring.
Author's Note: Seriously, I got challenged again. And...I needed a cathartic release. So you get this. I apologize. It can be interpreted as a sequel to I Still Run, but its rather non-specific about its time and place, and I Still Run has a plot point (can you say a drabble has a plot point?) that isn't really mentioned in this.
It’s strange, Rachel thinks, the way her wedding ring fits its way around her finger. It’s not tight, but it isn’t loose. The geometry is perfection, the physicality is unending. The symbolism is clear - forever. That’s what Quinn had whispered in her ear the night she had been given the ring - forever.
It doesn’t fit so well anymore.
Some days, it feels too light, like the promise behind it was too little too late. Some days, it feels like a lead weight, dragging her to her wife’s side in the dirt. It slips up and slides down her finger, taunting that it no longer holds its weight. There would be no forever for Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray.
And sometimes, it would twinge and burn and twist on Rachel’s pale and thin finger, as if entreating her to reunite it with its twin - like magnets that could never separate.
She took it off once, the ring. It had sat, blinking up at her from her bedside table as she stared down at it, feeling air beat the flesh it had covered for years and wondering how she had lived with that feeling for so long. She had slid it around on her palm, watching it catch ridges and flip over, twinkling and shining as if it were brand new, as if its promises weren’t tarnished and broken.
She wore it now, as she kneeled at the grave in front of her. She set her left hand, palm down, fingers splayed, on the dirt - and for once, the ring felt normal once more.
Rating: PG
Length: 266
Summary: Rachel considers her wedding ring.
Author's Note: Seriously, I got challenged again. And...I needed a cathartic release. So you get this. I apologize. It can be interpreted as a sequel to I Still Run, but its rather non-specific about its time and place, and I Still Run has a plot point (can you say a drabble has a plot point?) that isn't really mentioned in this.
It’s strange, Rachel thinks, the way her wedding ring fits its way around her finger. It’s not tight, but it isn’t loose. The geometry is perfection, the physicality is unending. The symbolism is clear - forever. That’s what Quinn had whispered in her ear the night she had been given the ring - forever.
It doesn’t fit so well anymore.
Some days, it feels too light, like the promise behind it was too little too late. Some days, it feels like a lead weight, dragging her to her wife’s side in the dirt. It slips up and slides down her finger, taunting that it no longer holds its weight. There would be no forever for Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray.
And sometimes, it would twinge and burn and twist on Rachel’s pale and thin finger, as if entreating her to reunite it with its twin - like magnets that could never separate.
She took it off once, the ring. It had sat, blinking up at her from her bedside table as she stared down at it, feeling air beat the flesh it had covered for years and wondering how she had lived with that feeling for so long. She had slid it around on her palm, watching it catch ridges and flip over, twinkling and shining as if it were brand new, as if its promises weren’t tarnished and broken.
She wore it now, as she kneeled at the grave in front of her. She set her left hand, palm down, fingers splayed, on the dirt - and for once, the ring felt normal once more.