Would You Do Anything For Me?

I sat down on the bench, with flowers tightly wrapped by my hands. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Hey Beca, would you do anything for me?" I ask her. She nodded, her eyes showing determination.

"Okay. Would you… walk straight for 2 years?" I ask her, one. She turned her head and looks at the sky. I have a feeling she was imagining herself walking straight for two years. I know it's stupid, but I needed to know.

"Yeah. I would." Beca's eyes looks at mine, she was definitely sure of it.

I shifted closer to her, with flowers in my hands.

"Would you eat twenty hot chili's in thirty minutes?" I smirk at her. She does it back. Oh, Beca Mitchell, that smirk of yours melts my heart every time. You have the most beautiful face and figure I've ever seen.

"How about this, would you cross the country with a bicycle?" She was confused. But she said yes. I'll never forget that time tears spilled from my eyes when I saw her step first on the finish line. I was the happiest girlfriend. I was so proud of her.

I ask her more questions, because why not? I'm curious.

She said yes to:

Eating fifty hard-boiled eggs in one hour.

Eating raw fish.

Walk the Great Wall of China.

Skydive and land on the ocean.

We're best friends. We love each other. We care for each other. We look out for each other. She's my girlfriend, almost my fiancé.

"But Becs, if you would do anything for me, why did you let me speed?"

I looked to my right, but then she was gone. I remember that night:

We were making out like horny teenagers. We just got out of the movie theaters after watching Fast and Furious. We weren't thinking straight. We weren't mature like we're supposed to.

We broke the rules, the law.

Beca told me to speed down the road. So I did. We wanted to know how it felt like. I stepped on the accelerator, my heart pumping fast as I watch the speedometer rise up to 100.

Then 140.

160.

180.

190.

195.

200.

It was a huge, huge, mistake. It was a mistake that I will never forget.

I could nearly feel my heart jump out of my chest, as I looked at my left side with Beca soaking in blood. Her forehead had a huge bruise; it was almost green and purple. But everything else on her was just blood.

I tried to wake her up, but no, she wasn't breathing. I shook her as I screamed her name. I wanted to see those steele blue eyes again. Those eyes that looked at me when I heard the words 'I love you', 'I miss you', and 'I'm sorry'

But she's gone.

I sighed and let out a shaky breath, whom was I talking to? Oh that's right, Beca Mitchell. The love of my life.

I stood up from the bench and made my way to her grave. I placed the fresh flowers down, and lay down on her grave, I was sobbing and crying and shaking. My heart was full of regret, pain, loneliness, and desperation and sorry.

If you didn't let me speed, you would still be here.

But she's gone.

I love you, and I miss you.

A/N: If anyone is confused, Chloe was just visiting Beca, she imagined her sitting with her on the bench.