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Beca was at a loss for words, which was surprising in itself; Beca always had something to say. She was the type of person to go against any teacher if she knew she could win and fight any bully if it meant they would run away with their tail between their legs. But here, staring at Jesse, she couldn't even muster up a single word. Her heart beat in her chest as she opened her mouth slightly, as if to speak, before closing it once again. She couldn't find the right word, the word that would sum all her regret for leaving abruptly as well as her desire for things to go back to how they had been.

She left, yes, without even saying goodbye. How stupid could she be? She knew she had to go, but really, Beca, not even telling him face to face? Jesse should hate her; she kinda hated her.

He was just standing there, his wallet dangling from his pointer finger and his other hand in his pocket. She wished she could just go up to him and give him a hug, but she couldn't bear it if he flinched and walked away.

At least he didn't look angry, but when did Jesse ever look angry? She should just walk away this second, turn on her heel and pretend like this never happened. Yeah, that's what she should do. It will take away the pain; then, Beca wouldn't have to see the pained look that would glaze over his face, or even worse, a blank face that would stare at her like she meant nothing. She had hurt him; she should've said goodbye, but she didn't. What was wrong with her. You know what, she was just going to go.

Right as she was turning her feet ever so slightly to make a run for it, Jesse blurted out, "I've missed you, Becs."

At the sound of his voice, she froze in her spot. On one hand she wanted to run towards him, feeling his arms wrap around her own but on the other hand, it shouldn't be that easy. Of course he would say that. He was too nice for his own good sometimes. If she was in his place she would stomp off and curse the ground she walked on. Beca flew across the world for an entire summer without so much as a note. Why does he still care?

She looked up at his face, tufts of his hair sticking in every different direction. She should've told him that she didn't deserve his kindness; she didn't deserve him, but Beca was selfish. She glided towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her head in his chest. The scent that she could never put a name to, nothing but 'Jesse', filled her nose, making her head sink deeper into the folds of his clothes.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Jess. I'm so sorry. I should've, you know," Beca couldn't even meet his gaze but she automatically knew his response when he pulled her closer to him. How did she deserve him? He rubbed circles on her back, memorizing every curl that fell against her shirt.

He wasn't mad; he didn't even think he had the right to be mad. Chloe explained Beca's reasoning against not saying goodbye. Even though he would've loved to squeeze her tight and wave to her as she boarded the plane, he also had this small part within him that knew if she showed just a small bit of doubt against going to London, he wouldn't have stopped her from cancelling her flight. It wouldn't be the right thing to do and Jesse knew that that would be self serving, but sometimes Jesse couldn't help it with her.

He missed the way her eyes would light up when she finished a track or how she would push a curl behind her ears when she was studying. She had to go to London, he knew that. London was where the internship of a century was and they wanted her. The record company saw her talent and wanted to snatch her right up. He knew it was going to happen at some point. What they didn't know was that they were taking her away from him.

"No apologies needed, Bec. I'm just happy you're here, finally," she picked up her head at the sound of his words, sending a smile right up at him. For a second it made him forget they were in the hospital, that of all places, where he should be focusing on a more dire situation.

But for now, he was going to soak up all the Beca he could, covering up his own problems with her vitality and lightness that lit up the room. Everything was going to be okay if he just focused on her, only her, and not everything else that was swirling inside his mind like storm clouds ready to rumble.

Swinging an arm around her shoulder, he walked her to the set of chairs in the nearby room. She wanted to blurt out, 'I'm sorry' over and over again, proving to him that she had made a mistake. Beca was learning to open up more and she thought she was getting better at it. No longer did the headphones cover her ears, blocking out the world. Now, she had someone to share an earbud with to engage in their own little world together.

Running away like a coward and not even telling him was a step backwards in the wrong direction, being selfish and worrying about herself other than what was right. She wouldn't do it again. She wouldn't, she swears.

For a second she almost forgot why she was here, abandoning the stepmonster and her whipped father. She didn't remember she had to get back to them or that she should probably at least call her father. Jesse's thoughts about his mother disappeared from his mind for this short few minutes, replaced by the happiness that consumed him when he saw Beca, back where she was most needed.

The spell was broken when the doctor walked into the waiting room, making eye contact with Jesse before ushering him to follow his lead. Beca, her eyebrows raised, was ready to ask why he was here when her dad emerged from behind the doorway, his face scrunched and his body rigid.

"Beca, I've been looking for you all over," Dr. Mitchell said, a scowl on his face, "Let's go. We are going to miss our reservation." Beca looked at Jesse as he got up and followed the doctor, smiling at him once more before mouthing that she would be back tomorrow. Receiving her whisper with a wave and a grin, he followed the doctor as his face turned still once again when she wasn't looking, his mind racing back to thoughts of his mom as quickly as they had vanished. Before Beca could ask him where he was going, her father was already halfway out the door, motioning for Beca to follow him.

Some of you may notice that I'm alternating updates for this story and Meet Me at Stagedoor. Once I finish and publish the chapter for that story, I'll start writing the next chapter for this one. Thanks again for reading :)