Prologue
She was on the roof. On the edge of it. The rain pelted down soaking every inch of her, but she wasn't cold. She was sitting so there was no real threat of suicide but still there were crowds of people were looking up at her, scared for the life she wasn't going to take. Everything grey except for the flashing blue and red lights one hundred and sixty feet below her.
I'm not going to kill myself.
She wanted to tell them but they'd figure it out eventually. She would do anything to see her best friend again but not that. There's no changing the past and anyways, Beca didn't believe in God or an afterlife. And even if she did she would never have a chance of making it to heaven. Even if she did with some miracle, Stacie wouldn't be there. Besides, miracles don't happen. At least not to her.
Still, it was a little touching that hundreds of people she didn't know were all waiting with bated breath to see what she would do next. Hoping. Praying. Or maybe they just wanted to fill their boring city lives with a bit of somebody else's angst. It's funny, Beca hated the life she had. She'd rather have a real honest to God job and work for a living but the people who had that, seemed to want the opposite.
Have it. Take it.
Sure, she wasn't going to end her life but that didn't mean she wasn't tired of it. Her life was fruitless. For everything she gave, she got nothing back. Not only did she not get anything back but she had things taken from her as well. The most important thing taken from her was her best friend.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that maybe Stacie was the luckier one of the two of them. She wasn't here anymore. She didn't have to deal with the consequences. She didn't have to deal with the loss that weighed heavy on Beca's chest.
You promised me that we were in this together. That you would never leave as long as I didn't.
Beca knew that Stacie didn't die on purpose but it hurt all the same. No one knew Beca like Stacie had. The life gave Beca Stacie but even that was too good because just like that it took her away.
The rain stopped…no, it didn't. the drops were still hitting her legs and feet which dangled over the building but she couldn't feel it anywhere else.
Beca looked up. A giant yellow umbrella was above her head. She looked to see who was holding it, figuring it was a cop.
Instead, standing there, completely dry, eyes tinted red with grief and a heartbreaking expression on her face was Chloe.