Prologue
"Live every day as if it were going to be your last; for one day you're sure to be right." ~Harry "Breaker" Harbord Morant
Perfect. That's what the evening was supposed to be. How, then, had everything gone so horribly wrong? Beca had never really considered how her life would end. She had certainly never really considered the possibility of her life ending before she had even begun to really experience it.
She could faintly make out Chloe frantically chanting her name through the fog in her mind. She could hear the redhead's heartbreaking pleas for her to hold on.
"Don't you dare leave me Beca Mitchell! I need you! Please hold on! I can't lose you. I love you!"
She desperately yearned to reach out and comfort the other woman. She wanted to hold her and assure her that everything would be alright, but she couldn't. The only thing she could do was lie limply in Chloe's tight embrace while her life slowly faded away.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. How could life be so incredibly cruel? She had finally found where she belonged in the world; or more accurately who she belonged with, only to have it ripped away in a fleeting moment.
A shroud of darkness began to engulf Beca's whole being. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy and her entire body felt numb and cold. The last thing she saw in her mind before the darkness carried her away was flowing red hair, a pair of bright blue eyes, and a smile that could light the entire world. Chloe…