Lol, I can't write angst :'3


Dragging my feet through the streets of New York with hanging shoulders and people bumping into me every so often isn't what I wanted when I came here. I sniffed and looked up to the sky, bringing the bottle of vodka up to my lips and throwing my head back as I took a big gulp. I could hear people talking and the alcohol swishing in the bottle, a tear escaped my eye where did it go so wrong. Sighing I capped the bottle and continued to drag myself towards my apartment, it had started to rain now and I hadn't brought my jacket with me great. I'm pathetic and freezing. Not having the strength to run I just continued to saunter towards the building I deserve this.

Finally arriving at the building I pulled the door open and let it fall shut as I walked further into the unkempt lobby, there was mold on the wall and random cracks on the floor and ceiling. It reeked like dead animal with stink socks and piss. I sniffed again and went to the stairs, combing my hand through my soaked hair and wiping my nose on a dry part of my sleeve. I didn't dare to touch the railing of the stairs so I tried my best to not sway too much and get to my shitty apartment. Standing in front of my door I reached into my pocket and grabbed my keys, shoving it in the lock and shaking the doorknob a few times before it turned and I stepped into my home. Looking around I let a few tears escape my eyes. God I fucked up so bad.

Feeling the alcohol still coursing through my veins I knew she had enough. Of me. Of this.

I was holding her back, she had to get out of here. She was too much for all of us. For this city. I didn't deserve her. I still don't

The screaming was still clear in my head, the echo's of a slamming door and the silence that the note she had left behind brought was deafening.

I hadn't even noticed that our apartment had become emptier over the weeks.

I could still smell her perfume in our- my sheets now. But the warmth her body provided was gone.

Seeing her on TV for the first time made my heart race in pride, but it died again when I felt the pain that we both had to get through so she could be where she was now.

It broke when four years later she announced her engagement.

Sighing at the memory, I threw my keys on the cheap table I found somewhere in an ally and plopped down on a green, dirty and ripped couch that I had also found there. Even the TV that I had was found on the dump yard. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, it was an old thing, heavy and huge with those antenna's on top. It still struggled a bit since the signal here wasn't all that great either and as I stood to smack the thing a few times my eye caught onto what was on the TV. Is that? My eyes grew and I quickly went to the TV, adjusting the antenna's and smacking it lightly on the back. When I saw that the screen was clear again I rapidly walked backwards, reaching for the remote and putting the volume louder.

It can't be.

"And here with us today is Beca Mitchell! Also known as the famous DJ BCBM, tell us Beca, where does your artist name actually stand for?" The interviewing lady leaned closer to the DJ "Well Angela, It's something very personal but let's just say that it's a name inspired by the most important person in the world for me." Beca looked away, seeming to reminisce about said important person. "That is so cute! But the letters don't add up to your fiancés. So...?" The word fiancé stung in my chest and I couldn't breathe for a second. Seems like Jesse got the girl after all. He at least had his happy ending.

'Angela' shifted in her seat, looking at Beca like a police officer would at a suspect. Beca laughed it off "Well, before Jesse came into the picture there someone else and I want to keep that person close to me, I don't know where this person is but… I miss this person very much." She eventually concluded, looking down at her hands and shaking her head a few times in that way where I knew that she was trying to hide her face and keep the tears at bay.

I couldn't contain myself anymore, I cried, big ugly tears streamed down my face and fell to the ground. Sobbing I clambered up as the commercials began and scrabbled towards my bedroom. I threw my closet door open and pulled all my clothes out of the thing, scattering them everywhere. Finally finding what I was looking for I pulled the box out and threw it on the bed, making the lid bounce off and revealing many pictures and reminders of the woman I loved. Love.

Quickly and carefully scooping them out I came to a smaller box with a picture of me and Beca glued to the lid, we were in Copenhagen at the time, we were laughing and smiling underneath the umbrella that we shared. Smiling at the memory I lifted it and pulled out the big was of cash I kept there for emergencies. It's just enough. I smiled through my tears and grabbed a suitcase, stuffing clothes and toiletries in there. Quickly walking to my worn out laptop I booked a one way plane ticket to Los Angeles for the next morning. I went to the kitchen, living room and bathroom, searching for change or money that randomly laid around. I had eventually found twenty bucks and forty-five cents.

Putting the found change into my wallet I stuffed it into my nicest jacket and went back to the TV where the interview had resumed again. "So do you have any plans for the future Beca?" Angela leaned back in her chair, staring intently at the DJ. The brunette nodded with a small smile "Besides becoming future Mrs. Swanson I'm going to try and find the person I've been missing for the past six years." Beca looked glumly at her engagement ring and put on a smile. I grinned slightly she's always been bad at trying to hide her feelings when she opens up. I stood up and kissed the tips of my fingers, pressing them against the pixels that formed the love of my life "I'll be with you soon, my love."


Airports are busier than I remember them being. I stopped at my thought and cocked my hip with a thoughtful look on my face. Then again it has been six years since I last went to an airport. I looked around and saw a horde of people surrounding something. Deciding to get a closer look I walked towards the commotion and saw a flash of chocolate brown hair with storm blue eyes as one of the camera's flashes went off. My heart skipped a beat and I tried to get a closer look, elbowing everyone who tried to push me back. Excuse you that is the love of my life you're surrounding thank you very much.

I heard a pap ask her a question. "Beca! Beca over here! Why did you call off your engagement with Jesse?" he held the microphone out to the brunette and she put on a tight and fake smile. She looks so tired. "He didn't appreciate me trying to find the very most important person in my life and I couldn't keep on surrounding myself in that kind of negativity." I looked down as the paparazzi made notes when another one spoke up "So Beca you're heading off now and probably won't stick to places. Can you tell us what the person's name is and what they look like?" the mic was once again almost stuffed into her mouth.

She sighed again "We-" and then she stopped. I was confused for a second when I looked up and saw that she was looking straight at me.

Wait what?

My eyes grew wide as hers did the same and it wasn't long before everybody had stepped aside, making room for Beca to walk to me in a straight line. She walked towards me with her right hand twitching, wanting to reach out to me. I knew the feeling because I felt the same. I wanted to touch her, to reassure myself and here that we were both here, together, exactly where we belong.

When she stood in front of me I didn't really know what to do so I weakly smiled and awkwardly waved "He-" I was cut off by a pair of lips and my eyes grew as I realized that Beca was kissing me.

As in passionate I missed you so much don't you ever leave me again, kissing me.

I wrapped my arms around her neck as hers came around my middle, pulling me tightly against her as I tasted the salty tears that were falling from her eyes and rolling down her face. I followed suit and also cried, I finally had the love of my life back in my arms, right where she belonged.

We pulled back and she rested her forehead against mine. "I'm so sorry Chloe I shouldn't have left you all those years ago, I still love you, god I never stopped. I have wanted and needed you so badly these past six years. I thought that I had lost you forever." Is hushed her and wiped her tears away, smiling widely through my own.

"It's okay Becs, I'm sorry for not stopping you. I love you so much, I couldn't live with just dreams of yesterday when all I wanted was you in my future." I pulled her back into me and pushed my lips against hers, feeling her react immediately.

We could hear and see the thousands of questions and flashes but we didn't care, giggling I touched her cheeks and kissed her nose. Resting my head on her shoulder I inhaled her familiar scent. Closing my eyes in contentment, I nuzzled into her neck and pressed a few kisses there, making her chuckle slightly and pulling me ever so tightly against her.

I can't stop loving you Beca Mitchell.

And I don't ever intent to stop either.


Soooo I decided to make this into a one shot series? Hurray! :D

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~M