"Chloe, I think you should check on Beca." Stacie stood in the doorway of Chloe and Aubrey's apartment, her eyes pleading with the redhead.
"No, Stacie, I've got to let her handle this on her own." Chloe was resolved. She wouldn't take another step towards the ruin of their relationship. Or lack thereof.
"Chloe, nobody's seen her in three weeks. Jesse says she hasn't been in to the station. Luke says he hasn't gotten any new mixes, and Cynth says Beca hasn't even been to get coffee in the mornings." Stacie stated, worriedly. "Everybody's afraid she's...dead, Chloe."
"No, Stacie. She said she wanted space. I'm giving her space." Chloe said, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. After a moment, the redhead spoke again. "Are you really worried?"
"Yes." The other girl said emphatically. "Beca hasn't been outside of her house in three weeks, Chloe. Of course I'm worried sick!"
"Maybe I should check up on her...just to make sure she's okay." Chloe murmured thoughtfully.
"Please go. The worst thing that could happen is that she'd be mad at you for invading her privacy." Stacie placed a hand on Chloe's forearm.
"Okay, fine. I'll go." Chloe put on some shoes and a hoodie, and grabbed her keys.