A/N: Thank you so much for all the response I've gotten for this story! It just amazes me. This is /technically/ the last chapter, but an epilogue will be posted later today that sorta ties everything together. I'll warn you ahead of time, this chapter will feel like it ends quickly and unexpectedly, but that's just how these things happen, isn't it?

**TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE**

Anyone who knew Chloe Beale knew that she was happy-go-lucky, and very rarely scared. Fear was something that she refused to let plague her mind.

But the thought of losing Beca Mitchell absolutely terrified her.

The redhead's car screeched to a halt in front of the WBUJ station, and she threw the door open with unbelievable force. Chloe was scared. Scared of what she woudl find when she got to that roof. Scared that she had lost the love of her life.

It was shortly after that infamous one-night-stand that Chloe realized her feelings. When Beca touched her, it felt the way pizza tastes: amazing. The senior slowly fell in love with the drunken "I love you"s the brunette whispered in her ear, the songs that she flawlessly entwined the way their tongues had. Chloe Beale couldn't deny any longer that she wanted to spend her future with Beca Mitchell.

Now, standing in a building where the brunette had spent so much of her time, Chloe saw that future crumbling into nothing.

The staircase to the roof was the only thing standing between her and the truth. The door was ajar, and with a deep breath, the redhead made her way up.

Beca's stunned expression was enough to tell the senior that she hadn't expected her to be here. "Chloe? What on earth are you fucking doing here?"

"Saving you."

The shorter girl let out a snort as she walked towards the edge of the building.

"That's not likely to happen."

"And why not, Beca? I care about you. It'll break my heart beyond repair if you do this. I'll never find someone like you again," Chloe said through soft tears. Her feet were rooted to the ground, unable to move and pull Beca from the ledge.

Beca sighed. "You'll get over it, Chloe."

The brunette had her back turned to the redhead, but Chloe could hear the sound of carefully disguised sobs. She carefully thought about what to say next before the words flew into the open.

"I read your letter."

Beca didn't miss a beat in answering. "Exactly. And you'll never feel the same, so why should I bother? I don't want to be a burden to someone I love so much," she mumbled, now looking over the ledge at the ground below.

There was a moment of silence, before everything seemed to move in slow motion.

"Beca, I love you too!" Chloe yelled, just as the brunette took a single step forward.

A scream could be heard from above, but all Beca could think about were the words that had just escaped Chloe's mouth as she fell down, down, down.

And then it all went black.