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It wasn't like she cared. I mean why would she? She'd never considered herself the type of girl who needed a boyfriend to make her get out of the bed in the morning or to fall asleep at night. She would get through this and forget about him and soon all he would be is that slightly irritating boy who made her smile a couple of times through college. He would become just another human being passing through her life on the way to LA.

Los Angeles. It seemed so far away while she sat on her dorm room bed at Barden but she knew it was where she belonged. It was the place where her dreams would come true. Yes, as cheesy as that sounds, she couldn't wait for her chance to make those dreams a reality. But she couldn't focus on that right now, she needed to get through these next days, well 4 days to be exact. Then she would be done, done with it all. Done with Barden, done with school, and done with everything that reminded her of him. Jesse. The boy who she considered her best friend until just that morning and the same boy who only two hours ago she had decided was nothing more than a phase in her college days.

Earlier that Morning

They were in her dorm, a single suite-style room that she had acquired with her senior status that year, and the conversation was going downhill faster than she could even comprehend. If she was being honest it had started a couple of months earlier when the air had turned to spring. They were growing apart and she could feel it. Every time they decided to study instead of go out together, or every time one of them came up with an excuse to cancel a movication date it was painfully aware to her that they were no longer the inseparable "Beca and Jesse" that everyone had become accustomed to over the three years they were together at Barden. But that morning when they were laying together in her room he was the one that acknowledged it.

"Beca what's going to happen after Graduation?" He said out of the blue.

"Well Jesse," she smirked, "The world will keep spinning. It's not like just because we're graduating in 4 days the apocalypse is gonna happen."

"Becs come on, I mean with us. We haven't exactly been talking a lot lately" he said quietly, "this is something we need to look at" It was painfully obvious to her that he wanted to have a serious talk, something she had never been good at in their relationship. Jesse was always the one to start any sort of conversation with importance between the two of them. He was the one who first asked whether they could call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, he was the one to ask if she was ready to take their relationship to the next level after a heavy session of making out in her dorm room the first day of sophomore year, the one to bring up how she had those walls built up around her and what he could do to break them down and have her trust him, and he was the first one to say I love you. These were words that she nonetheless reciprocated and meant with every fiber of her being but still, he initiated it. So when he brought up the question of "us" she knew she wasn't really that surprised, just didn't want to have to talk about it.

"What do you mean with us? We'll make it work." She stated matter of factly, hoping that he would accept that answer and end the conversation.

"How do you expect to do that?" He asked incredulously, and she sighed because this didn't look like a talk that was going to end with a few simple words exchanged.

"We're going to be on opposite sides of the country for god sakes! I can hardly see how that's something that we'll just be able to 'make work' Beca!"

It was true. Everything he said, she knew it was stuff they had to consider and discuss. But she was scared. They wouldn't be just a college couple after Barden, they would be a couple out in the real world with responsibilities and internships a country apart from each other; Jesse in New York and Beca in LA. But the thing that freaked her out the most was that once they graduated they would be expected to work towards a future. "I mean its Jesse," she thought to herslf, "every romantic movie he had ever shown her led to the guy proposing and they would begin a future together." A future was something she never intended, never thought about, never really considered with someone until Jesse. But every time she though about it she didn't see herself in that role. Her parents had shown what happens to people in the future. They get married, live with each other for a while, have a jolly good time, and then it stops. They stop loving each other and they stop living their lives the way they wanted to. Dreams go out the window and all that matters anymore is who forgot to pick up the dry cleaning and who would be the lucky one forced to stay home when Beca was little while the other got to go out with friends. She didn't want that to happen to her, she wouldn't let that happen to her.

"Why isn't 'just making it work' an option Jesse? I mean people do it all the time. They let life take them where it takes them and see what happens." She responded to Jesse.

"Oh so that's what you want to do after we graduate. Is it? Just see what happens to us? God. I thought I meant more to you than that. I thought you cared more about us than just letting life take us where it wants to. I thought I was worth a plan. I thought I was worth trying to come up with a plan to be together and have a healthy relationship instead of just video chatting when we feel like it while we're a whole god damn country apart!" He said with his tone starting to escalate.

"Come on Jesse, you know you mean more to me than that. I'm just saying that maybe we don't need to plan out every aspect of what's gonna happen."

She faltered a little bit when she got to the end of her sentence and he saw what he was afraid of, what he had worked so hard to get rid of. She still had those walls built up around her, preventing her from committing all the way to him. He thought that they had worked on that during sophomore year and that they had finally pushed past them. She had met his parents and spent a month in his home town, something freshman year Beca would have run from and never looked back. But as of right now it was apparent to him that she was still scared and it made him furious. What more did she need to see from him before she was ready to trust him completely? He was always there for her when her Dad pushed her past her breaking part or when Sheila annoyed her so much she considered strangling the woman. He was there when her mother wouldn't show up when she promised to be and he was there for her when she needed help with school or her music.

"Jesus Beca! You don't get it do you?" he shouted at her. That vein on his forehead was popping and she knew he was pissed.

"Get what? The fact that we don't work together anymore! Yes I can see that clear was day right now Jesse!" She screeched back at him.

He looked at her, his whole body frozen, not moving a finger. She knew she probably shouldn't have said it so bluntly but it was true, they weren't like they used to be.

What seemed like hours later Jesse said, "Is that what you think of us now? You think we're done don't you? That's why you didn't want to have this talk" he said this as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head, "you didn't want to have this talk because to you we were done. How long have you felt this way, huh? Did you feel that way when we were together last summer at my parents house? When I introduced you to my family were you already thinking 'hey I'll never have to see these people after next year but lets have fun while this lasts'. Or was it just last week when we were having sex in the treble house? When I told you I never could've dreamed I would get to hold something so beautiful in my arms every night. Or maybe you've been done since the minute we became us Beca. Did you never see us lasting past college? Because I sure as hell did! I was under the impression that you wanted us to last!".

She had never seen him this angry at anything in their entire relationship but she didn't even know where to start. Maybe she couldn't find something to say back because it was true. Not the part where she was always planning to be done after college, but she had never pictured a future with him, or at least one where they were happy.

"Jesse," she started, "That's not fair.."

"No Beca. You know whats not fair? Me giving everything I have to you and you still thinking Im not worth enough to continue this relationship".

Neither one of them said anything for a couple of minutes. Then Jesse got up. He went around her room collecting little things of his that had accumulated in her dorm over the year. Just stuff really, nothing of great importance to him yet in this moment gathering it all up was speaking volumes. And she just sat there on her bed with a blank expression. He kept waiting for her to tell him to stop, that he was crazy for thinking that they could be over. But she didn't and to Jesse that's what hurt the most. She wasn't fighting for him in the slightest. It was as if she didn't even care.

He looked into her eyes when he was done looking for something, anything, that could tell him to stay but there was nothing. Those beautiful blue eyes that he had trusted so much over their relationship were cold. There was no emotion just a blank stare looking back at him. She sat there on her bed and Jesse saw that walls that rivaled the Great Wall of China were surrounding her. He knew right then and there they were done and started towards the hallway.

As he got to the door frame he looked back and spoke quietly,

"I just want you to know that before when I told you that you didn't get it, I was going to say that you just didn't get that I loved you more than anything in the world and that I only wanted to work out something that wouldn't make us grow further apart than we already were. A plan that would help bring us back together and tear down those few walls that you still have up. But obviously you have different plans. We're done. Goodbye Beca".

And with that he walked out of the door and was gone. Beca sat still on her bed not believing what had just happened in the span of twenty minutes. He was gone and probably never coming back. It numbed her to her core hearing him say "We're done." And she couldn't believe those words had actually come from his mouth. But Beca realized something right then. He was no different. No different than anyone in her life that had given up and abandoned her. Jesse was no different than her father who had walked out on their family while she was only in middle school. He had become no different than her mother who had emotionally checked out the minute her father had left. The only difference is that this time she had begun to think that maybe he was different than the rest.

She was stronger than them, she told herself as she got off her bed. She went to the door, slammed it shut and began to plan the rest of her life.

A couple hours later Beca had it figured out. Jesse was nothing more than a step in her way to LA. She now knew that she could let nothing stop her from becoming who she wanted to be. Not her father, not her mother, and certainly not some boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend. She would get through these next four days as quickly as possible, graduate, and find the quickest plane out west. There she would start to pay her dues and begin to really live her life.