A/N: Hey guys! Have you missed me? :)

Sorry for being silent the past, well, Tuesday…

I am in grad school so work/study (really, it's the same thing) has got me busy, but hard work always pays off, so…

…I'm supposed to be writing a summary of my work over the summer (haha, funny how I got here) but as I have my outline done and got ready for my draft, inspiration struck!

Mostly in the form of a song that I was listening to at that precise moment and thought could be put into good use in the later chapters for this fic (So far I'm thinking 8 chapters, yeah? But let's see what happens. If you have any requests of what you might want to see happen, message me or let me know)

And like in the summary, this is part 2 of 'What If' (as told from Chloe's perspective) so this chapter's a bit of a summary and sort of window into Chloe's thoughts overall…

…and I promise to keep things light, but drama might/will still be sprinkled around here or there…

…recovery isn't easy.

And you may get to see Death again (after all [SPOILER] Beca hinted at something about a nosebleed in the last chapter of 'What If')

Sorry for the long note. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as 'What If' (which if you haven't read here's the sort of link: s/11446420/1/What-If)

Reviews and comments are appreciated as always!

I do not own pitch perfect

They were blue.

But not simply just blue.

It wasn't the crayon blue that people often associate with the world.

They weren't as blue as the oceans were either, not as blue as her own eyes.

They had a hint of grey in them too, which matched her steely cool cut gaze perfectly.

It matched the storm that seemed to have always been raging on inside of her, the depth beneath the layers and walls she had built around herself. Like they always carried a character all of their own that no word could ever dare come close to describing.

Beca's eyes were always just so mesmerizing for Chloe.

God, how she missed those eyes.

Beca's been in a coma for two weeks.

All thanks to the accident that had happened that stormy day.

And Chloe couldn't help but partly blame herself for it.

What if she stopped Beca from running away from their fight?

What if she never got into the fight with the stubborn DJ in the first place?

They could be in a whole different situation than they were in at that moment.

And Beca almost dying didn't help ease Chloe's nerve-wracked state.

It made it all too real for Chloe. She knew, in some ways, she had always known that she had feelings for the tiny DJ, that she loved her. But Chloe was patient. She waited. She set Beca free when she chose Jesse, and although the pain of having to live through the past three years seeing the person you love be with someone else would be enough to kill some, Chloe chose to wait, hang on.

Because even though she decided to set her free, she couldn't quite completely let go of her.

That's why she stayed in the first place.

That's why she never left Beca's side.

Most especially now.

Love can be such a paradox.

The one that brings us so much happiness and life can also be the one that causes so much suffering and pain.

And Chloe knew too. She knew that Beca had simply become her life.

She knew, but she never understood the weight of it. It never really hit her until the possibility of losing her forever was right in front of her.

It felt like Chloe had just died when Beca's heart stopped beating for a minute or two.

And when Beca's heart started to beat again, it was music to her ears.

Beca was still alive.

And Chloe could find herself slowly breathing again.

As the days went by, as hope was built, Chloe found herself stuck in the middle of a delicate balance.

She wanted to thank the gods above for each day that Beca still had to live, to fight for her life. That fragile hope of recovery had kept her happy.

But with all that's happened, fear would still take over the redhead's heart.

Because what if she never got to see Beca's eyes again?

What if she never wakes up?

And Chloe tried, she tried everything, anything that's worth a shot.

Since she believed that music was what brought the two of them together, the redhead had decided to place her bets that music would bring Beca back to her – she kept reminding herself that if it worked, she had to thank Chloe for reminding her that.

But when trying so many times only resulted in futile attempts and one twitch and smirk that may or may not have happened, she was at a loss.

So imagine Chloe's surprise when she saw the DJ wake up the first time, and actually wake up, not just smirk, not just twitch.

Imagine how bad she had just wanted to grab hold of her, never let her go.

Just lose herself entirely in Beca's eyes.

In all of who she was.

And imagine the slight disappointment of seeing Beca drift off to sleep again because she was still tired. The pain and the fear that she might just slip back into a coma taking hold of Chloe at her most vulnerable hours.

What if she disappears again?

This time forever?

Chloe went numb at the thought.

So imagine the joy to finally see those eyes again.

That steely cool cut gaze.

The soft smile hidden beneath all the layers, the gentle gaze that Chloe knew was always only reserved for her.

That was happiness.

The very definition of it.

And when Beca kissed her?

That was just pure ecstasy.

The definition of dreams.

To love someone and be loved by them too.

So yeah, Chloe considers herself lucky.

She almost lost Beca after all.

And yet Beca was right there, fast asleep in her arms while they found themselves lying down the cramped space of the hospital bed, the memories of the long day, the excruciatingly long weeks that have gone by, on replay in Chloe's mind.

It's been a long road home – and yes, Chloe found it heartwarming that she had thought herself to be Beca's home, after all she came back to her – and it's a longer road ahead.

But Chloe knew.

It was the truth in her heart.

She would always be waiting for Beca at the end of every – and any – road she takes.