Disclaimer:I don't own any Pitch Perfect characters. Kay Cannon absolutely refused to sell them to me- I even went to her house to beg! The nerve of that woman!

Maybe it was those headphones. Those stupid headphones she always had around her neck. The ones she was never seen without unless she absolutely had to take them off.

Or maybe it was her eyes. Those dark blue eyes. The ones that always made you weak at the knees whenever they caught your gaze. The eyes that felt as if they were looking right into the darkest parts of your mind.

Maybe it was her sarcasm. The hard edge to everything she said. The sarcasm that screamed 'fuck you', and 'I don't give a shit'. The biting sarcasm that never failed to make you laugh.

It could've been her voice. The voice that, when she belted out her song, completely contradicted that badass demeanor that carried her along. The voice that took you completely by surprise ('sorry, I don't even sing'). The voice that made your head fuzzy.

Maybe it was that mix she made you. The mix you tried so hard not to read a double meaning in. The mix that had 'Titanium' at least twice, one of them with her singing a harmony. The mix that made your heart beat heavy and fast in your chest.

Maybe it was the way she put aside her differences with Aubrey and led the Bellas to victory at the ICCA's. The way she owned that stage, stomped across it, mic in hand, belting out the words to 'Don't You Forget About Me'. The smile on her face that screamed 'okay, maybe a capella isn't lame after all'.

Or maybe it was the way she ran off the stage, away from you. to kiss Jesse. The way she took his face in her hands and yanked him close, smashing her lips into his. The way she smiled into his kiss, her body melding close to his over the auditorium seats.

Maybe it was all those things combined, all of them put together. All those things that slowly, methodically, painfully, broke your heart. Those stupid headphones, those dark blue eyes, that bitter sarcasm, her voice; her confidence, and that mix, that god damn mix- you could feel them all weighing down on your shoulders. You could feel them all forming an individual fissure on your heart.

"Chloe!"

Or maybe, it was the way your name sounded on her tongue that ripped that hole in your chest.

Maybe.