She infuriated him. He was the fire, she was the ice. They just weren't perfect. The day he left was the day that he gave up. On her. On them. He couldn't bear with his constant mood swings, sarcasm and walls. It felt like he was the only one keeping this doomed relationship going. He always used to wonder if she really did love her, or if she was just saying that to keep him by. "You two are destined for failure." His mom had said in her disapproving voice when she realized there was nothing she could do to make her only son stay. He scoffed. How naive he was then. So hopelessly blinded by love, willing to follow this woman anywhere.
But now, as he stormed out of their house and into the rain, he wonders if she will come for her. It would be like a test...she never cared where he went. Would it change this time? "Apparently not." He thought as he banged the trunk shut, stuffing his belongings hastily away. He had just turned on the engine when SHE came out, adorable messed hair, half dressed with her toothbrush still in her mouth. She even had his "manly" bunny slippers on. But he wasn't fazed. He leveled her with an emotionless mask and said, "What? I'm leaving. There's no point trying to convince me to continue being your babysitter." She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and rinsed with her bottle of water. In a few strides she was leveled with him. "Why, Jesse?" she said with an unhealthy amount of sadness and despair. This was Beca. She wasn't suppose to let this much emotion out. It scared him. He tore his golden, caramel eyes away from her pleading gray ones and cursed when he felt his throat choking up. "No, I can't let her in, again." He thought, primly. "We just aren't perfect." he said, grimly. Beca tilted his chin towards her and whispered before she kissed him. "I don't need perfection when I have you."