"You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit." ~Oscar Wilde
XOXOXO
Five years, six months, and twenty-seven days - It's been long enough- too long.
"I can't do this anymore," Chloe says, exhaustion weighing down her words.
Beca stares, confused. "Can't do what?"
Chloe smiles, a smile that comes straight from her broken heart. "It's time for me to let go."
"Of what?" Now she's worried – fearful. Chloe sounds like she's whispering goodbye.
Chloe looks at her lap, resigned. "Of you Beca. Loving you is killing me. Your fear is suffocating me. Please just let me go. "
"You're my best friend." Beca cries.
Chloe shakes her head, "Sweetie, it's not enough."