Becs,
Right now when you're reading this letter, you'll be sitting at the foot of your bed with this piece of paper in your hand and the cardboard box that hold various items within it, at your feet. You'll be very confused, cautious and ... heartbroken. I know I am, and it's only been the first few sentences of this letter.
You'll knit your brows in confusion as you briefly take a look at the unopened box, with your headphones hanging around your shoulders, too scared to take a look inside.
Don't worry, it's not a dog. It won't bite. But it will hurt when you open it. Inside Beca, are items that hold very important, meaningful moments from the minute you walked into my life and when you decided to leave it too.
I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but expressing this to you makes me feel good and that what I care about. Myself. Because you were too blind by your career to care for me when I needed you.
You will read these letters and hold these items and remember every detail of our relationship. I loved you Beca, and maybe I still do. So, here I am pouring out my emotions onto this paper, feeling so vulnerable yet you're probably in LA now.
I need this release and if it means letting you know how I feel about everything.. then so be it. Like you always asked me, "Do you want the ugly truth or a beautiful lie, Red?"
Well Beca, this time I'm giving you the same option. Except you won't be able to choose. This is it, the ugly truth. The truth to why we broke up.
Chloe.
A/N: Hello, everyone. I've been on the Bechloe ship since Pitch Perfect and it baffles me as to why I haven't wrote a fan fic. Warning you, this fic is going to be bittersweet. But maybe I may write a sequel for a happy ending ? This fic is also inspired by Daniel Handler's "Why We Broke Up" I recommend that book! (Fun fact, Hailee Steinfeld would have taken on the role for the movie adaptation) And of course, disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT OR WHY WE BROKE UP