[Beca's POV]

"People say that if you're in a coma you can hear everything that's going on around you and you just can't reply. You can't respond, but you hear every word. Every beep of the machine. That you can feel every hand in yours, every plead for you just to squeeze it back, but you can't. And that's where people stop believing and think it's all a myth. Or something people tell themselves to make them feel better. But they're wrong, aren't they?

That's why I'm doing this. Reading you all these letters that I wrote, but never planned to send. The letters that I kept since the day I met you. That's kind of my thing, so I can look back in later years and remember it all. Or in case I ever needed them, and now I do.

So, here goes.

Eleventh of July Two-Thousand-and-Eleven.
As soon as I walked towards your stall I could feel your gaze on me. Willing me to walk up to you and catch your eye. But I didn't. Because the same thing happened every day, dull loser looking for some girl to hook up with, so they look for the one thing that always attracts them; the young girl on her own, easy to flirt with. And every time, I have to go to my best friend Stacie, the strong one, to make some kind of excuse to get me out of whatever awkward situation they put me in. So I ignored you. And you noticed, that's why you came to speak to me, conveniently for you, you had something to ask me about. You told me about the Bellas. Smiling. You slowly told your story constantly looking at me. Wondering what kind of task you had to get me to join. You continued to fill me in, all the while you never broke your gaze, never gave up. And that's when I knew you were different from the others. You weren't trying to flirt with me, or go out with me. You were figuring me out, wondering whether I was worth it. Wondering whether I would fall for whatever game you were playing. But I didn't, and that's why you didn't stop.

'So, are you going to tell me your name?' You asked finally.

'Depends, what will it mean to you?' I replied, smiling, knowing exactly what you were doing.

'Good answer,' you said.

'So anyway, Chloe, what makes you spend so long talking to me, I'm sure it's not actually about the group?' I quizzed.

'How do you know my name?' You answered.

'I know people,' I joked

'Funny because so do I, Beca,' you said trying to be clever.

'I have a name tag...I'm new and we were made to wear them' I replied raising an eyebrow at you.

'Exactly.'

'What?'

'You have a name tag,'

'I know I just said that...' I countered, confused, but you just laughed at me. I noticed
Stacie was across the field giving me the 'do you need me to give you the phone and pretend your Nan is in hospital?' Look. So I gave her the 'no we're safe unless she really is in hospital then yes please' look back.

'This is kind of what I do when I don't have a good come back, I just confuse them... And then I feel on control again,' you explained, cutting my silent conversation short.

'I believe your stall is closing now Miss Beale,' I pointed out, now passing the confused look to you.

'What powers do you have and how can I get them?' You joked, tilting your head.

'I can never tell,' I said winking, looking over at the boys reminding you, you had to leave.

'Well I suppose this is goodbye...' You said over dramatically, wiping away an imaginary tear.

'Goodbye, Chloe,' I laughed, pushing you away.

'I'll be back,' you declared, like all of those villains in the movies.

'I bet you will,' I smiled, watching you walk away."