Rachel's eyes followed the suit, watching it curiously for a few moments. Where he came from sounded strange, and not like the New York she was used to. Rachel, turned her head to look over at Tony, her hands stilling in her lap.
He said the word finacee twice, and each time it made her heart sink. There had been a time in her life where she'd thrown that word around, heck, she'd even gotten to wear her wedding dress once. It was still in her closet, zipped up in a protective bag, never to see the light of day again.
"I've not been there too long. I lived in Ohio prior to going there to live my dream." Her dreams seemed so silly, so irrelevant now, and she wished that she'd just stayed in Ohio. She could've spent more time with Finn, and with everyone else.
Shaking her head, Rachel looked down at her lap. "What do I miss? I miss my friends, I miss my dads, I miss -- home." She swallowed hard, fighting back fresh tears that pricked the back of her eyes, "You can't help, no one can. Not even this place, I don't think could help or bring him back." She cleared her throat, and then bit down on her lower lip worrying it with her teeth. "The guy I loved died about a month before I was brought here. I'm still -- I'm still trying to deal with the fact that I'm not going to hear his voice again." A single, hot tear slid down her cheek, and Rachel made no effort to keep them at bay.
"I'm sorry." She spoke softly, "All I do is cry these days. Hell, I don't think I've stopped since I got the news."