I run down the corridors. Actually run, even though the the nurses are begging me to stop, to calm down. But I can't. I run through the halls and run up the staircases, completely ignore ever single elevator, because I don't have time for that right now.

"Chloe?!" I yell out. I get weird looks by people, but right now, I don't care. "Chloe?!" I yell out again, looking for any signs of red hair. "Chloe?!"

"Ma'am, can you please calm down-"

"No, I can't fucking calm down! I need, I need..." I start to say, but my eyes can't take it anymore, and they burst with tears flowing down my cheeks.

"It's okay, it's okay. Who are you looking for, dear?" The nurse says as she starts to rub my arm, trying to calm me, but it doesn't work.

"C-Chloe Beale, she got hit by a car. Oh my god, this is all my fault, oh my god..." I start to panic.

"Selection B, room two. She should be in there. Please walk carefully and take care of yourself-" The nurse begins to say, but it's too late, I'm already off in a run looking for the section which she said.

I see the sign for section two, and I ran as fast I possibly can to it.

I stop then, in a door way, and now out of breath. I feel as my heart beings to shatter, while I stare at Chloe lying in her hospital bed. Her hair was messy, and out of her bun now. She has bruises and scratches on her face, and also her arms. She had tubes and drips sticking in and out of her. And I could see bandages wrapped around her body.

"Chloe!" I yell out, more tears escaping down my face.

"Sorry miss, you can't be in here right now." A doctor says as he closes the door, pushing me out the room, pushing me away from Chloe.

"No no no, that's my girlfriend! Please!" I manage to say, my voice breaking just as much as my heart.

He doesn't respond to me, and now all I have is a door in my face. I move to so see if I could see through the window, but he's already shut the blinds as well.

"Fuck!" I yell out. My head falls in between my hands and I could feel myself starting to break down in a panic, as I pace back and forth. My eyes were sore, and heavy, it was almost too painful to keep them open, or to blink in fact. I could feel my heart beating, pouncing, with every breath I take in. My body was getting too hot, and I needed to sit, but I didn't want to leave behind this door, so I move myself against the wall, and slide down it, reaching the floor which I now sit on. I bend my knees up against my chest, wrapping my arms around them while I rest my head on top of my knees. "Chloe." I sob her name to no one in particular. "Chloeee..." I end up whispering her name again, somehow making me calmer, even though the pain was shooting through me like a sharp knife.


My eyes open, and I'm stared facing a white wall. I look around to see that I must of fallen asleep in the corridor. I rub my eyes a few times, trying to wake myself up, and that's when I remember the reason I'm actually here. I quickly move myself up from the ground - I feel a little dizzy from moving too fast, but I didn't care. I look to see the door to Chloe's hospital room was now open. I walk towards it and stand in the door way again. I look at Chloe's face, full of the same scratches and bruises as before. Looking at her now flawed face caused my heart to slow down, and not in a good way. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly. Her lips looked pale, while she rests so peaceful, yet so broken and fragile at the same time.

I could feel the tears making a come back on my face, as I cover my mouth with my hand. I slowly walk over towards Chloe, and it was almost too much to take in, as I let out a sobbingly cry with the words "Chloe, no."

"Are you with her?"

I look to the other side of the room to see a nurse, a woman, writing notes down onto a piece of paper.

"Y-Yes..." I manage to say back to her. "This is all my fault." I break down again.

"Sweetie, it's not your fault. We've talked to the driver and he's fully responsible for his actions."

I walk towards Chloe more. I see her hand sticking out from under her blanket, and I can't help but move my hand towards hers the second I see it. I ignore the tube injected into her hand, and carefully caress my thumb against her skin. Her hand feels cold. It's never felt this cold before.

"Is... She's going to be okay, right?" I look at the nurse, tears filling up my sight.

"...A-are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? We can make you a dinner-"

"Why are you ignoring my question?" I take a big breath in, then exhale.

"Sweetie..."

"She's going to be okay, right?!" I ask her again, this time I could feel the hurt deep inside me grow, and grow, and I'm not sure if I wanted to hear the answer anymore.

"There's a possibility that... Well, there's a fifty-fifty chance... If she wakes up. She hit her head on the ground pretty hard... We just have to wait and see now. I'm, I'm sorry." The nurse says, her blue eyes looking apologetic.

I shake my head while I feel the tears continue to rush down my face. I move my hand away from Chloe's, as I feel my body start to shake, or more like crumble. "No. No. No. NO."

The nurse walks over towards me then, and embraces me in a hug to stop me from shaking. I end up hugging her back, leaning my head into her shoulder. "I can't be in this world without her." I say, hearing my own voice break once again.

"I know, sweetheart. I know... I'll pray you for you. I'll pray for her." The nurse says as she rubs my back. She then starts to let go of me, but I wish she wouldn't, because I don't know what to do with myself. I try to wipe the tears away with my fingers, but they just end up coming back.

"There's a chair by the window you can have. Um. You can stay as long as you want, okay? I can also bring you some food-"

"Thanks, but I... I don't think I can eat right now..." I cut her off.

She nods her heads once. "I understand, honey. I guess I'll... Give you some time to yourself... I'll come back to check on you's later, okay? Call out if you need anything. I'm Cara, by the way." Cara says as she places her hand onto my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"Thank you, Cara." I say, trying my hardest to fight the tears back. She gives me a small smile, before turning away and walking out of the room, leaving Chloe and I alone.

I sniffle my nose and bite down on my lip, wishing this wasn't real. Wishing this wasn't happening. Seeing Chloe like this was unbearable, it was breaking my heart, and I couldn't help but wish I could be in her place instead of her.

I spy the chair by the window Cara was talking about; and walk myself towards it. I pick it up and move it as close to Chloe's bedside as possible. I sit down and then reach for her finger; her skin still cold. I close my tired eyes, finally letting the pain there stop, if only for a moment. I rest my arms folded onto the bed and lean my head on them, now looking up at Chloe's face. "I am so sorry. I am so, so, sorry Chloe." I say as I play with her non responsive finger. "I didn't mean all those words I said, I swear. I don't mean any of them. I take them all back. I love you." I hear my voice crack at the end of my sentence.

"I love you, Chloe. You can't go, okay? You can't. I promise I'll be a better girlfriend. I promise... Everything. I promise not to argue or fight anymore, okay?" I say as I look at her face, hoping to see her blue eyes looking back at me. Hoping to see her lips move, hoping to hear her speak, telling me that she loves me back, and that we will be okay. But that doesn't happen. Nothing happens. She just stays the same.

I move my hand, and place my fingers just resting in between hers now, and I wait. I just wait. Because that's all I can do. I count the seconds, the minutes, as time goes by. I count the moments as I start to lose myself, lose a part of me. The pain was almost like a bruise that sudden appeared - You know it won't fade, it will just stay there, and you keep wondering to yourself, "Why? How did this happen...?"

I try to shake away my thoughts, but there's nothing I can do to stop them. I pull our fingers away from each other, and move up from my chair. Without second thought, I carefully move my small frame onto the bed and lay by Chloe's side - Careful not to touch or move any of the drips in her. I place my lips, very carefully, onto her forehead for only a moment, before pulling away. "I'll stay with you. I'll stay with you, Chloe." I whisper to her, before laying myself back down next to her.

While I stare at her face, I feel my eyes start to close, so I let them keep shut. And I stay like this for a while, next to her. Quiet. Peaceful. Just almost at ease, yet still feeling broken inside with all the guilt.


It's been two days, and I haven't left Chloe's side since. Every day seems to be going slower and slower, or maybe that's just me. I haven't seen sunlight, only when I look out the window, and that's when I'm not looking at Chloe. Cara keeps bringing me food, but I keep apologizing to her, saying I'm not in the mood to eat. She literally keeps forcing me to eat something, anything, so I end up taking small bites or nibbling on a sandwich which she's made me. My time is spent looking at Chloe, waiting for her, talking to her. And I just wish it was enough.

My eyes do long, heavy blinks now, as I continue to look at Chloe's face. But something catches my eye in the door way, and my eyes move to that direction, to see a familiar blonde standing there.

I lift my my head up more so I could look at her better. "A-Aubrey?"

Aubrey walks into the room, looking at me, looking at Chloe, and vice versa. "I heard what happened. I'm so sorry..." She begins to say, tears appearing in her eyes as she covers her mouth with her hand.

I don't say anything though, I now look back to Chloe, and continue to rub her hand with mine.

"Why... Why do people keeping keep saying that? Sorry? Like's she's not going to wake up? Because she is, she is going to. She is..." I say as I feel my cheeks start to get damp.

Aubrey walks over towards me, and rubs her hand on my shoulder. To calm me maybe, to make me feel better, but that isn't going to work. The only thing that would calm me would be for Chloe just to wake up.

"What are you doing here anyway...?" I speak again.

"I gave the other couples a break day. I couldn't just not come... You guys were part of my program, and I look out and care for each of you. Also, um, I may have an exercise we could do..."

I now stare at the blonde, ready to give her daggers as I feel my heart start to pounce. "You what? Are you fucking serious right now?" I say, trying to keep my voice low as possible.

"No no Beca, listen. Do you still have that piece of paper in your backpack?" Aubrey asks me.

"Yeah...?"

"Get it out."

I first give her a strange look, but I do what she says. I move my hand away from Chloe's, and move off my seat to fetch my backpack. I open it up and search for the piece of folded up paper; and another punch to my heart decides to hit.

I hold it in my hand as I go to sit back down, looking at Aubrey now. She moves to the other side of the room, where Chloe's things are, and my eyes follow. She opens up Chloe's backpack, and pulls out her piece of paper.

"I don't think I'm ready for this..." I say as I feel my eyes start to get sore again.

"Beca. No offence, but I'm guessing the last words you said to her before she got... Ya know... Weren't exactly the nicest. You don't want those words to be the last thing she hears if..." Aubrey pauses, careful of her words to me. "Well, you just don't want those to be the last words she hears, right?"

I nod my head, understanding what she was trying to say.

"And there's a chance she could be hearing us right now, you know. She could be hearing us say every word."

I look at Chloe, and I hope what Aubrey was saying was right. "I hope so. I've been apologizing, and telling her how much I love her."

"I bet you have." Aubrey pauses. "I think this is the right moment, though... Do you want me to read what she wrote about you?"

"No." I say quickly. My mind then thinks about it for a moment. Just maybe, hearing Aubrey read her words to me... Maybe that could give me some kind of comfort, for now. "Yes."

"Okay... I'll, um, start with the dislikes. Chloe, I hope this is okay." Aubrey says, looking over to Chloe, then to her piece of paper in her hands. She carefully unfolds it, though it's almost completely ruined, and begins to read.

"Beca Mitchell.
I dislike the way you think negatively sometimes.
I dislike how much you swear.
I dislike how much you've gotten me to swear.
I dislike the way we fight.
I dislike when you cry.

I dislike when you make me cry.
I dislike how hurtful you make words sting.
I dislike how upset you make me, only sometimes.
I dislike how you shout, how you yell, how you fight.
I dislike how you think I don't love you, as much as I do.
I dislike how you think you're not important, because you are.
I dislike how you think you're not my everything, because you are.

I dislike... Not that many things."

Aubrey finishes, and I could feel how red and damp my face has gotten from her words. "Not many surprises there..." I manage to say, wiping my face. Aubrey gives me a small smile, then turns the paper over. "I think you need to listen to this now." She begins. Before she starts, I look back to Chloe's face, before closing my eyes, and pretend it was Chloe's voice I was hearing.

"I love your voice in the morning.
I love the way you cuddle me.
I love the way you hold my hand.
I love the way you kiss me, and make my heart jump.
I love the way you care.
I love the way you listen.
I love your eyes, and how much I could spend all my time looking into them.
I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your teeth.
I love how you eat all the red Skittles first, before any other colour.
I love how passionate you are about music still.
I love the look on your face when you see me..."

Aubrey pauses for a moment. I open my eyes to look at her, and she gives me a weird look.

"I love your body, I love the way you tease me..." She reads, before giving me another weird look with her eyes. I shake my head and let out a small chuckle, my first chuckle in days, before turning my head back to Chloe, and closing my eyes.

"I love how you're always there for me.
I love how you'd do anything to make me laugh.
I love when you think you're strong.
I love when you're sensitive, though.
I love our love, and all it's flaws.
I love how much I'm in love with you, Beca Mitchell. Forever and for more..."

I could feel the tears escaping from my eyes as they race down my face. My heart was starting to flutter, and I had no control over it one bit. "That... That was beautiful, Chloe. Thank you." I say as I look at the sleeping red heads face.

Aubrey walks back over to me, and places her hand on top of mine. I look up into her eyes, and I could see tears in hers as well. "Beca, do you want to read yours out loud now?"

"Yeah... Yeah I do." I say as I unfold my piece of paper. "Chloe, I... I hope you can hear this. Not the dislikes, of course, but, you know." I start of by saying.

"I dislike the words Chloe says sometimes.
I dislike the way she sings in her sleep, keeping me up all night.
I dislike the way she's so proper, and so perfect.
I dislike the way she's always smiling, no matter what the situation.
I dislike her face when she's mad or upset.
I dislike it when Chloe's sad, especially if it's my doing.
I dislike her voice when she's angry, making words sound much harsher than they are.
I dislike it when Chloe and I fight.

I dislike... That I can't write any more on this list." I wipe the tears off my face, and turn my paper over. "This is the good bit now, Chloe. I swear." I say, clearing my throat before speaking.

"I love the the words Chloe says sometimes.
I love the way she sings in her sleep, keeping me up all night.
I love the way she's so proper, and so perfect.
I love the way she's always smiling, no matter the situation.
I love her face when she's happy and excited.
I love it when Chloe's happy, especially if it's my doing.
I love her voice when she's happy, making words sound much sweeter than they are.
I love it when Chloe and I are good.

I love how Chloe doesn't realize how much I love her.
I love how Chloe doesn't realize how much she means to me.
I love how Chloe doesn't realize, that I'd do anything, be anything for her.
I love how Chloe doesn't realize, how much I want to marry her, and for her to be my wife.
I love how Chloe doesn't know, that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
I love how Chloe doesn't know, that I want to us to have children, and start a family.
I love how Chloe doesn't know, that I've kept this ring in my pocket for weeks now, waiting for the right time...

I love how Chloe doesn't know, that I'm going to propose to her..." I break out in a sob then, and I couldn't stop myself.

"Oh, Beca." Aubrey says, hugging me now. It was nice to be in someones arms again, but I pull away from her after a moment, and reach back for Chloe's hand. "Baby, please wake up. You can't leave me. Please don't leave me." I sob uncontrollably now. I feel Aubrey's hand on my back, rubbing up and down, and I know this was hard for her too.

"I'm sure she heard every word, Beca. I'm sure." Aubrey says. "Chloe, I'm so sorry about what happened. I know I only met you a few days ago, but I truly wish you the best. Especially with Beca. And if you wake up, when you wake up, I know you guys will work it out and be happy together, because what you both have is... Something special. I can see that, just minus all the fighting..." Aubrey caresses her hand now on top of mine, on top of Chloe's.

"I'm going to leave now. I'll leave you my number, please ring me if... Anything happens, okay?"

I look at into Aubrey's eyes and nod my head. "I will." I say back. Aubrey gives me one final hug before she leaves the room, and now all my attention is back on Chloe. Before I reach for her hand again, I reach for something placed in my pocket. I bring out the ring that I was going to propose to her with, and place it on her side table next to her. "I promise you, Chlo. I promise you with everything I have..." I keep talking to her, hoping, that she hears every word that I'm saying.

"I'm just... So sorry, I promise I'll try better. Please. I need you to wake up. I mean every word I wrote on that piece of paper, how much I love all those things about you... You're my best friend, Chlo."

"I hope you can forgive me, I really do. I promise we won't fight anymore. I'll change."

"I love you so, so much. I really do want to marry you. I hope you want to marry me too, still. I want you... To the have to biggest wedding. I don't care what I said about always wanting a small wedding. I want you to have the biggest one. I want us to have a child... Emily. Remember Emily? I know how much you love that name. We could have our own little Emily. Please, Chloe, you just have to wake up..." I say lastly, before resting my fingers back into hers. I let out a big, deep breath, before resting my eyes, letting myself fall asleep with our fingers intertwined.


I assume it's morning, by the sunlight just seeming through the window, hitting line shapes onto the walls in the room. I could hear the birds start to chirp, but I wish they were silent. Annoyed, I close my eyes back shut, as the pain is still there from all the crying from the past few days. I then feel a hand start to stroke my hair carefully, fingers moving lightly on my scalp. I grunt slightly at the contact.

"Cara, I'm not hungry. You don't have to keep bringing me breakfast."

Cara doesn't respond. Instead, I hear a different sound. Cara lets out a deep breath, and I then hear her lick her lips loudly.

"Cara?" I say her name, my eyes still closed.

"I will..." I hear her say, but her voice is different. Her voice was husky, low, almost out of breath, and I didn't understand what she was saying.

"You will what?" I say back confused.

"Marry you..." She replies.

"What?!" I say, now even more confused. I open my eyes now and turn my head around. It wasn't Cara that was talking, she wasn't even in the room. I look up into Chloe's eyes, still bright as ever, staring back into mine. She attempts to smile, but I see that it was causing her pain, as the tears start to roll down her red cheeks. Everything seems to be going in fast motion, as my eyes study hers back in silence, which they then go to her hand, to see the ring placed on her finger, which she must of managed to do herself somehow. And that was it. That's all it took. I knew I was forgiven. I knew she didn't mean those words either when we fought. I knew she still loved me, that she's always loved me.

I could feel my own tears rolling down my cheeks, as the blood starts to pump fastly through my body again. And in that moment, my gasp was the only thing that filled the air between us, before I feel my voice break as I sob her name with relief. "Chloe!"


Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, all rights to the owners.

So here's the final part! I just couldn't kill Chloe off. I swear I wrote the ending to this fifty different times with fifty different outcomes, and thought this was the best (and happiest) one. Don't kill me. You love the suspense.

And oh my god. I am so sorry for ending the last chapter like that! And I'm also sorry for this one...? I just wanted to write a real angsty/feelsy fic. I even cried while writing this, so I apologize if it makes you cry too. It's such an insane thing to think my writing can cause people to feel all different emotions. I don't think myself as a "professional" or "good" writer, I just enjoy doing it. I do it in my spare time and/or when I'm bored. So it means a lot when you say you've enjoyed my story, and that it made you feel a certain way. So, thank you all! I love you. Group hug now?
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