So much regret, so much pain now that she was gone. Maxine Caulfield laid in her bed, just thinking. A single thought. Why hadn't she saved Chloe Price?

Max sighed, her alarm going off. Another godawful day.

"Fuck off."

She let the alarm ring for a few minutes, before she heard her phone vibrate, and she finally shut off the alarm. She grabbed the phone, and read the screen.

"(1) New Text from Rachel."

"Oh thank God, something that matters." She checked the text.

"Hey, you up Max?"

"Yeah. What you up to?"

"Nothing much… Just bored as fuck."

"Understandable. I'm going to Chloe's grave today. You wanna come?"

"Sure."

Max winced at the name. She knew she should have saved Chloe, but, at the same time, Chloe had wanted her to, and basically begged her to let her go. So she had let her go.

She got up, and looked into the mirror. Max had purple hair, about shoulder length, and a nose and lip piercing. These were homage to Chloe, she felt. She looked at her tattoo. The real homage.

"R.I.P Chloe."

Max sighed, and grabbed Chloe's beanie, hugging it close.

"One of the only things I have left of you Chloe… I'm so sorry. I should have saved you."

She popped one of her pills into her mouth, and swallowed it with a glass of water. She had PTSD, and depression, but the PTSD had died down, well enough. She was still very depressed though.

"Fuck you Nathan… Your insane fucking ass should go fuck itself."

She threw a random object across the room in a sudden burst of rage. It didn't have any use, but she still felt bad.

"Hey, meet me at seven."

"Fine."

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Rachel sighed, wiping the tears from her face. Ever since Chloe was murdered… She hated everyone, except Max. The incident before, with Mr. Jefferson wasn't any help either. She was basically forced to do porn, (When going through the dark room, the cops found some questionable photos of her, showing her mostly nude, or one picture even completely. At least it was black and white). In fact, it seemed that all Mr. Jefferson kept her around for was just to fuck her mind up.

She looked generally the same, with the same hair, and a lip piercing. She had long since gotten rid of the feather earring, it reminded her of the days. Her eyes shut. She missed Chloe, but, it was no use. She was gone anyway. She grabbed a blunt, and took a long drag on it. She felt her life had been traded for Chloe's. An exchange of sorts. Since the Prescotts had gotten Mr. Jefferson arrested, and she'd been free, she didn't know what had happened to Nathan. She sighed, and her eyes shut, a tear drifting from her eye. At least Max was up today. She'd visit with her. That was comforting.

Rachel would remember how she had met Max. She visited her after a suicide attempt. She hadn't been able to take the fact that she was alive, and Chloe was gone, and how much shit she had gone through. It was Max that had comforted her, and had always been there since the October week that Chloe died.

She popped a pill in her mouth, and sighed. Rachel had generally recovered from her PTSD, but not as much as Max. Of course, she didn't care if Max touched her at this point. She loved the girl. And it didn't matter if she hadn't or not, she had felt the love growing between the two. She knew Max loved her back. And that was all that really mattered to her. Rachel looked at checked the time.

"Shit."

It was 6:35. She'd quickly hop in the shower, cooked herself some breakfast, and sighed, changing into a pair of black leggings and a plain black T-Shirt. She'd quickly leave after doing so. She told Max to meet at seven. Of course she had to keep her promises, especially to Chloe. She felt bad, dating Frank when she and Chloe had been dating. But, it was the drugs she wanted, so she did anything.

"I'm sorry Chloe. I still love you."

She sighed, and left her dorm.

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By the time Rachel had gotten to the cemetery, Max had been waiting, in the same clothing as Rachel. Rachel would smile at her, and walked to her.

"Great minds think alike it seems?"

"Of course." Max smiled at her friend, and Rachel smiled back.

"And I thought I was the model. You look amazing in those."

"Shut up, you're the model. I can't look better than you." Rachel blushed, and looked away, and Max smirked. She had seen Rachel blush.

"Max, should we go visit Chloe?"

"We came to visit her today, didn't we?"

"Well, that answers my question."

The two girls walked into the cemetery. It was modest, but of course, it was Arcadia Bay. The girls knew the way to the grave. They walked to it, and sighed, looking at the certain two they had walked to. One was for William Price, Chloe's father. The other…

"Chloe Price, March 11, 1994 – October 7, 2013."

Max sighed, kneeling down, and started to cry.

"Hey Chloe… It's been a while..." Rachel knelt down next to her, and started to cry as well. She didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry Chloe… I should have saved you." Rachel didn't seem to hear her. Max sighed, and put her hand on Rachel's shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay. She's gone, but she's probably happy now."

"I miss her, Max."

"Do you not think I do as well?"

Rachel sighed, and laid down. Max followed suit, and looked at the sky.

"It's so lonely without her, Max. I loved her."

"I did too."

"I know… She was amazing. I wish she was still here." Rachel sighed and lit a blunt. Max lit one too, and sighed, letting the smoke fill her lungs. She set her hands down, one on Rachel's breasts. The other girl smiled, and reached over to squeeze Max's breasts, causing her to giggle.

"Rachel!"

"Two can play at that game."

Max giggled, realizing she was indeed touching Rachel, and squeezed her breasts.

"And by touching me, you gave me another permission."

"And what may that be?"'

Rachel giggled, climbing on top of Max, and kissed her.

"You sure you want this, Rachel?"

"I don't care."

Max smiled, and kissed her back, wrapping her legs around Rachel's. Both girls were blushing, but it didn't matter. The two continued to kiss, before Rachel got off her.

"Rachel?"

"Yes Max?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Maxine."

"Don't call me that."

"I can call my girlfriend her real name."

"No you can't."

"Fine."

Max smiled, and kissed her again. Rachel kissed back, and shut her eyes.

Editor's Note: I went through the story, as pointed out by someone, that there are a few plotholes, so I fixed them. I also made the chapter slightly more smooth for reading, I hope. If there's anything that needs fixing, let me know.