Beca laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Thinking to herself, what went so wrong with her life that she ended up loosing the only person she ever trusted in years.
Her best friend, her first mate, her girlfriend, and her fiancée.
She knew she was a horrible person, her own father had proven that to her when he left her and her mother when she was only twelve.
She didn't want much, just for her father to love her, be proud of her. And as cliché as it sounded, that's all her twelve-year old mind really asked for.
She'd been devastated. She cried nonstop, sometimes until all feelings left her eyes.
When she was fourteen, she found solace in music. She had found her home. A place where she could create and be her own person, where no one would judge her. She needed no one's approval. Only hers.
A free program was good enough to feed her hunger for a few months. The first few mixes sucked, but to her, they were everything, her roots. Where it all started.
Soon enough, she wanted to explore her abilities. How she could develop her talent, further it and see what she could achive by doing what she loves.
Walls were soon built around her, for fear of people hurting her again. She let no one inside. No one tried to break them down.
Until Chloe came.
The redhead broke through every single wall Beca had like they were absolutely nothing.
Of course the way they've met was completely unconventional and informal. Heck, They were both naked in a shower, singing, harmonizing as if the world disappeared around them.
Tears suddenly sprouted from her eyes, as she reminisced all those times. The tears slid down her cheeks like waterfalls.
Beca remembers it. She remembers it all. How her light blue eyes always lit up just a little bit more when she smiled. How beautiful she always was in the mornings, when the sunlight hit her hair perfectly, making it look like a fiery halo.
It sucked really. Beca wasn't the type to just cry and reminisce about someone. But that wasn't just anybody.
It was Chloe.
But the weirdest part was that, she somehow felt that Chloe, somewhere, was laying down just like her, and just thinking about why.
Why do they have to be dreaming alone?
A/N: I know. I know. Its short. but I swear my writing has improved; I've been practicing. This is just like a prologue for this story. I hope it doesn't suck too much.
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