A/N. I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading this.
"Say something. Please?" Her words rang through the near empty house as she glanced down at the woman who still held every piece of heart. Despite how broken that heart might be.
Only the steady breathing of the woman broke the silence, who sat slumped on the couch, her elbows leaning harshly on the coffee table and her fingers desperately intertwined within her hair as if her palms would somehow block the outside world and by staring at the polished wood she would find the right words.
"Aubrey I-" Chloe tried again, choking back a sob, her fingers tightening on the hard and unforgiving handles of her suitcase "I still love you." The words burned through her mouth and down into her lungs, each shuttering breath was fire, singeing any hope that was left.
She had never thought that it would end like this. She never thought she'd be the one to leave. But it was too much. Three years worth of too much and Chloe couldn't be what Aubrey wanted. She was ready to wait, she would have waited forever for Aubrey. But this? This wasn't what she signed up to be, to be hidden, and nothing in the eyes of Aubrey's social circle, led to believe behind closed doors and curtains that they were the forever kind. One step into the light could tell you otherwise but Chloe had waited.
She couldn't be Aubrey's secret anymore. She couldn't be the part of Aubrey's life that the blonde was ashamed of.
Tears were stinging her eyes and her chest was heaving with silent sobs as she stepped forward towards the couch "Say something," she pleaded again. Anything. Anything to tell her that leaving should not be an option.
Anything to tell her that this could be fixed.
Anything to tell her that she was loved.
But there was only the sound of her breathing, and the distant thumps of the upstairs neighbour in their New York apartment.
"Okay," she mumbled, nodding her head and pulling her sleeve up to wipe the warm tears that were now streaming down her face. "Okay," she whispered again, taking a step back to her original position and picking up her bag. She paused at the door to stare back at the girl who was so lifeless she swore it could have been a statue. The only indication that she heard Chloe's words were the slight rise of her breathing, the pace speeding up to that of steady pants.
She squeezed her eyes shut and fought through the crippling sensation in her chest as she turned the handle of the door. "Goodbye," she sobbed, opening the door and stepping through into the hallway.
Each step harder than the last.