The Hardest Part About Saying Hello is Goodbye | kben

Summary: Quinn’s a time-traveler. 

All those words and warnings and still, when that first Slushie hits me in the face, it stings. It isn’t the icy chill of the slush that drips from my face, all over my brand new cardigan, the one I’d bought just for today, just for her, even though she insisted I not do something stupid like dress up to impress her. It isn’t the way the corn syrup slightly burns when it seeps into my eyes. It is the laugh. Harsh and cruel and uncaring and unlike any sound I’ve heard from her before.

If you’re a fan of the original book (or movie) or Faberry, you must read this. I read it way back when it was first posted and I still shipped Finchel and I still loved the fic.