This was stupid. It was so goddamn stupid. She even knew it was ridiculously stupid as soon as she let herself lose it like this, but once the floodgates were open, it felt damn nearly impossible to quickly slam them shut again. She usually saved these sorts of break-downs and embarrassing self-pity for the privacy of her own home, but lately everything was just getting harder to hold inside. She had no one to talk to, no one to confide in, no one to comfort her and tell her life was going to be okay when it felt like it was never going to get better for her. Why couldn't she just move on from all of this and cut her losses? Why couldn't she be stronger and deal with her feelings from behind masks where it looked like nothing in the world even touched her? And for some reason, Puck's word when he did speak just hurt even more. "You never even asked if I wanted to be! I wasn't invited into anything! It was always you and Blaine. It's always you and Blaine! Now it's you and Blaine and Kurt. And Quinn. There's no room left for me. And there you go again! Finger pointing me for being horrible and blaming everything on me. Oh you're wrong Rachel. You're always wrong. It's always you the one to fuck up, just admit it and everything will be perfect again. Let me go, I'm leaving!"
She didn't want to make a scene, but she knew people had to be staring. Hell, if this was anyone else, she would be staring at her too. "Just... don't worry. I'll fix things with Blaine so no one needs to feel awkward anymore. But then, I'm just going to leave you guys to it. I can't fight anymore to try and be an important part of someone's life only to keep getting shoved aside and told I'm an awful person. I can't. I'm going somewhere where I don't even need to think about mattering. Blaine can have Kurt, and you can have Quinn, and you can keep being each other's best friends. I won't be in your way anymore," she said tearfully and finally stood up, her bag freeing from it's chair prison so she could run out of the cafe without looking back. She needed to get out of Miami. She couldn't handle being there and feeling like dog crap on the bottom of everyone's shoes anymore.
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She didn't want to make a scene, but she knew people had to be staring. Hell, if this was anyone else, she would be staring at her too. "Just... don't worry. I'll fix things with Blaine so no one needs to feel awkward anymore. But then, I'm just going to leave you guys to it. I can't fight anymore to try and be an important part of someone's life only to keep getting shoved aside and told I'm an awful person. I can't. I'm going somewhere where I don't even need to think about mattering. Blaine can have Kurt, and you can have Quinn, and you can keep being each other's best friends. I won't be in your way anymore," she said tearfully and finally stood up, her bag freeing from it's chair prison so she could run out of the cafe without looking back. She needed to get out of Miami. She couldn't handle being there and feeling like dog crap on the bottom of everyone's shoes anymore.