Miss you, wish you were here!
It was weird, seeing that postcard. Maybe because she had no one left that she could talk like that to, because Rachel was gone, and Max wasn't - the same.
God she missed the days when she could have a dumb thought and immediately pick up her phone and know who to text about it - who would be excited about it.
She missed the feeling she had the first time they'd kissed, because she'd had to come right out and say it – but it didn't feel weird, didn't feel strange. It was nice. Really nice.
"Hey, dork. I think – I think I want you to kiss me."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, smiling and shocked, cut off mid-laugh, still out of breath from all the dancing they'd been doing and all the drugs they'd been smoking. "You're for real? You're sure?"
Chloe grinned sheepishly, ducking her head, hyper-aware of the heat splashed across the back of her neck. "I'm super sure. I really – I feel ready."
It didn't happen often, and Rachel never pushed her for anything. But there were more and more days now where being with Rachel, touching Rachel, pressing her mouth to Rachel's skin felt right.
Now it didn't even matter. Rachel was gone.