MILLION YEARS AGO

Beca misses her mom, the Bellas and most especially Chloe. (Based on Adele's song)

Rating: T


I opened my eyes and slightly squinted when I saw the sun shining on my face. I sat up from the bed and stretched my arms then I realized I'm in a different room. I sighed deeply knowing I missed my 9am meeting at the studio. I couldn't remember what happened last night though and how I even ended up being here. I got off the bed and decided to look around, looking for clues as to whose house is this.

There were no pictures in the bedroom so I continued walking downstairs. The place was quiet, maybe no one's home. I'm starting to feel anxious and worried, having no idea where the hell I am. I walked down the hallway to the left. I noticed the first photo on the wall and it looked so familiar. Well, the whole place looked familiar. The wooden floors, the smell of lavender, and all the flags on the wall that said…Of course, I'm at the Bella House. But how did I get here?

I sat in the living room and waited for the rest of the girls to arrive. Maybe they called for some kind of reunion and they thought that kidnapping me would be a great joke. I don't have time for this though. I have work to do but I could use a break. After all, I miss them.

I waited for about an hour and one Bella finally arrived. It was Emily. I miss that girl so much to be honest. I owe my entire career to her. Thanks to her song, I'm now a famous music producer.

"Hey, Em." I greeted but she just walked straight to the kitchen. She dropped the keys on the counter and let out a deep sigh. I watched her and I noticed how sad she looked. "Is everything okay?" I asked. I wanted to hug her but I'm not that touchy-feely kind of person. And it would be so weird.

She placed the bottle of water she was holding on the cpunter beside her keys and took out her phone to answer a call. "Hey…Yeah, I'll just pack my things and I'll be on my way…We're on spring break so I can stay with you for a few days…" Emily smiled and looked down, "Of course, we're sisters and we need to look out for each other…Okay. See you later, Chloe." She ended the call and let out a sad smile.

What is going on? I went back to the living room and took a seat on the couch to breathe. I tried to remember everything that happened last night but nothing is coming up. I reached for my pocket and groaned in frustration when I didn't find my phone. I went out and took a walk instead.

I'm close to the Barden campus so people will probably recognize me but I was wrong. They just walked passed me like I'm some stranger. I remember when I was still in college, people at least recognize me as captain of the Bellas especially this street is for the acapella people. But nothing, they're probably all freshmen so they don't know me. I'm fine with that.

I found myself on my way to the diner. I didn't notice I had already walked that far. I still find it quite odd that I didn't lose my breath while walking. I'm used to walking to work anyway. I even jog from time to time.

At the diner, I saw the other Bellas- Stacie, Fat Amy, Cynthia-Rose, Flo, and Lily. They were laughing but it wasn't a happy one. It was like they were laughing at a memory. I took a seat at the end of the table and said hello to them but Stacie continued telling a funny story. A funny story about…me.

"Remember when we hid Beca's headphones and she freaked out for about an hour," Stacie said with a chuckle. "That girl needs to relax when it comes to her stuff." Everybody laughed lightly and I smiled at them. Lily met her gaze and she gave her a small smile before looking back at the other girls.

"If I had another chance to talk to Beca, I'd asked her why would she leave us?" Fat Amy pursed her lips and gave everyone a sad look. "I miss her."

"I miss you too, guys. I'm here," I told them but everyone just kept silent. I still find everything confusing. If they miss me, why are they ignoring me? Acting like I'm not here. Is this some kind of a sick joke? I let out a sharp sigh and stormed out of there. I ran away and almost broke down to tears.

What the hell is going on? I feel so frustrated not being able to remember everything that happened before this. Why are people ignoring me? I know it's been years since I last talked to them but they didn't have to ignore me. I've just been busy with work and…

I stopped walking when I saw a familiar woman. That red hair and her angelic face that made my heart skipped a beat.

"Chloe," I muttered. I literally jogged towards her, trying to catch up. I tapped her shoulder but she just kept walking and walking. She looked depressed and I've never seen her that way.

"Chloe!" Just a few more steps and we're walking side by side. "Chloe."

Silence.

"Hey, what happened?"

Another silence.

"I think I'll be fine," I heard her speak.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything just…hurts."

"You can always talk to me, you know that," I told her but she couldn't even look at me in the eyes. We just continued walking and finally made it to her house. I stood at the front porch and watched her open the door. Then I realized it wasn't me who she was talking to a while ago. I didn't notice the phone she was holding.

"I know, Aubrey. I won't be alone. I called Emily and she said she'll stay here at my place…I'm not ready to be with a huge crowd right now…." Chloe leaned against the door. "Yeah… I'm sure…I think I'm ready."

I stood there still thinking about what's happening. I waited for Chloe to end the call and ask her but she cried after that. She sat on the chair and hugged herself. I sat down in front of her and watched her. I feel so horrible for not being able to do anything.

"I miss you, Beca. I can't believe you would do this to me," Chloe said as she continued sobbing.

"Chloe, I'm here. I-"

"I love you," Chloe said but she just looked down and cried even harder. I took a deep breath and was about to sit next to her but she stood up then went inside her house. She shut the door just when I was about to enter. I still don't understand what's happening. I sat on the stairs of the porch, waiting for Chloe to come out and talk to me. She just needed some space. I closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly remembered what happened last night.

I remembered being drunk. I remembered suddenly missing everyone. I remembered regretting ignoring my friends for the past three years. Then I also remembered calling someone. I tried to connect the dots but ended up with nothing.

I stood up and knocked on the door, "Chloe! Please open this door so we can talk. I can't remember what happened. Look, I was so drunk. Okay? Please tell me what happened." I knocked even harder but there was still nothing. "CHLOE!" I screamed but it was like she couldn't hear anything at all. I knelt in front of the door and started crying. I faintly pounded the door then I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and wasn't expecting her.

"Mom?" My heart was beating fast and I stood up to look at her. Making sure that this was real, "What are you doing here? Wait, it can't be. You're-"

She didn't let me finish my sentence as she pulled me in for a hug. I hugged her tightly and cried on her shoulder. I heard her comforting me saying that it's going to be okay. I missed her so much. I pulled back and she wiped the tears that streamed down my face. Everything is still confusing and I still couldn't understand why my mom is here with me.

"I'll show you something," She said and we started walking.

"I thought you were gone, Mom. Dad said-"

"Your dad was right, honey," My mom said as she looked ahead.

I suddenly felt goosebumps on my arms. I could feel myself turning pale, "So are you saying you're a ghost? No, shit. Am I high?"

"First of all, watch your mouth," She chided, "Second, yes. You can hear me right?" She gave her a smirk as they continued walking.

"Mom, what's happening? How?" I asked and I was so focused on knowing the answer that I didn't notice the place where she took me until we stopped in front of two graves.

One tombstone said

In loving memory of Brenda Mitchell

Born: May 15, 1970 | Died: October 7, 1999

I looked at the other one and that explained everything.

In loving memory of Beca Mitchell

Born: November 5, 1992 | Died: March 15, 2015

I suddenly found it hard to breathe as I read it a hundred times. I leaned against the tree beside it and tried to catch my breath. I felt sick and dizzy.

"How did this happen?" My lips quivered as I spoke. My whole body started to feel numb.

"Car accident. You were drunk and you decided to take a drive at three in the morning," Mom said but it sounded like she had been waiting to say that for a long time.

I shook my head as I tried to process everything. All I could feel right now is regret and then those feelings from last night came back. And now I remembered the one person I called that night…Chloe.

"Why can't I remember everything?" I asked as I looked at her intently and she just looked at me like she doesn't care at all.

"That I can't explain. I guess you weren't ready to say goodbye yet."

I clenched my jaw and punched the tree a few times. I shut my eyes, hoping that this was just some kind of a horrible nightmare. I opened them and I'm still here, beside this tree, staring at my own grave. I finally caught my breath and I saw a silver car pulling over in the distance.

I saw Chloe getting out of the car holding three roses. I watched her walk. She was looking down and sad. She was wearing dark jeans and a dark blue shirt. She placed the roses on my tombstone. She sat down beside me and I kept my eyes on her. And she's so beautiful. I should've told her that I loved her during our last night together. Maybe that's why I called that night. I called Chloe to tell her how much I miss her and how much she meant to me.


-flashback-

Chloe woke up when she heard her phone ringing. She furrowed her eyebrows as she read the name on the screen. She pressed answer, "Beca? Are you okay?"

"Chloe…" She heard her sniffled, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Becs," Chloe replied while a smile formed on her face.

"I just feel like shit right now. You didn't have to answer my call."

"Beca, are you drunk?"

"I had a few drinks. I'm just stressed out with work. The pressure is too much and I know I haven't talked to any of you guys for a long time and I'm really sorry."

"Shhh… It's okay. We're talking now and that's what matters."

"You mean so much to me, Chloe. I lo- Oh shit!" Then the call ended.


I watch her pulled out some grass and stared at my grave. Who knows what she's thinking? The silence is killing me- well, I'm already dead but…whatever. She licked her lips and let out a sigh.

"Hey, Becs. I know it's been three months since you're gone. I'm sorry it took me a long time to visit you."

I know she couldn't hear me but I still replied, "It's okay, Chloe. I'm glad you're here."

"I still can't believe this happened," Chloe let out sad smile.

"Me too."

"I'm still wondering what you could've said that night. Whatever it was, I want you to know that I love you. It's not going to be easy getting over you considering I've been in love with you since the first time I met you."

I felt a tear escape from my eye as I watched her break down in tears, "I love you so much, Chloe." I whispered still hoping that she could hear me. I saw her smile a bit. She rested her head on top of her knees as she hugged them then closed her eyes.

"May we meet again," I said.

"May we meet again," Chloe said softly as she stood up. I walked with her to the car and saw Emily inside, waiting for her. She stopped her tracks after opening the car door. I took this opportunity to kiss her on the cheek. After a few seconds, she gasped and touched her cheek. She turned to me and I smiled at her. She looked down and smiled then entered the car. I took a deep breath as I watched the car drive off.

I miss my friends and I never got to tell them that. I regret shutting them out. I miss my family but I'm with my mom now so I think I'll be okay. I miss the girl I loved the most and I regret never getting to tell her that I love her. I miss it when life was a party to be thrown but that was a million years ago.