For a long while Rachel just stood there, not moving. For most people, especially more normal ones, a declaration of feelings for someone, the positive feelings for someone was an excuse for celebration.
Not in L and Rachel's case. Rachel remembered what had transpired on that day, and what would happen if either one of them actually fell in love with the other one. In this situation, L might as well have told her that she disgusted him. At least that way she could cope better.
This, however, wasn't good. For all the want of Rachel wanting to be strong, she could feel herself starting to crack. She really only had feelings for two people in her life. Patrick, and then L; and it seemed as if both of them had/were going to leave her.
It hurt.
It hurt like hell, and the bad part was that Rachel couldn't show it.
"Which doesn't mean anything good," Rachel finally said. She let out a sigh, but her voice was wavering at the next line. "Th-thanks for...being there...when I needed you," she said softly.
Of course what she was really thinking was Figures, I open up to you again, and you do this to me?
Wanting to run, but not having the strength, Rachel found herself sliding against the wall, and down to the floor. She looked at the floor, and didn't bother to look at L.
"It's funny. Most people when they're in love with each other, it's a happy time for them. But, us?" Rachel scoffed, "We might as well be at funeral."
The more she held it in the more and more pain she felt.