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"She was given the world so much that she couldn't see,

And she needed someone, to show her who she could be.

And she tried to survive, wearing her heart on her sleeve

But I needed you to believe.

You had your dreams, I had mine.

You had your fears, I was fine.

You showed me what I couldn't find,

When two different worlds collide…"

Chloe woke up the next morning feeling very confused. She was alone, back at Aubrey's, in her own bed. But she had little recollection of how she had gotten there. When did she get back? She remembered Emily announcing she was engaged, and going out into the garden, and drinking a lot of vodka, but beyond that? It was all pretty blurry.

Getting up, she made her way to the big mirror hung up in the bathroom. Looking into it, she noted the way that her mascara had seeped down her cheeks, leaving long black stripes running down her face. So she'd been crying then? That's always a great start.

Surprisingly, Chloe wasn't all that hungover, despite the fact she was pretty sure she'd drank at least one bottle of straight vodka last night. Sure, she had a bit of a headache, but it was manageable. That meant she had to have at least tried to sober up last night.

Unsurprisingly, Aubrey wasn't back home, and Chloe was certain everyone else at Fat Amy's was pretty drunk last night, so they'd probably all just crashed there. Still, someone would have to have been sober enough to drive her home last night, but who? Otherwise, how would she have made it back?

Shaking her head, Chloe wandered through into the kitchen, deciding now was an appropriate time for a coffee. Quickly pouring the water and milk into the cup, she searched Aubrey's kitchen for sugar, but couldn't find any. She drank the coffee with a grimace, finding it much bitterer than the coffee she'd drank the night before. Huh? She'd drank coffee? Yeah, you idiot, her conscience replied. Sitting on the couch, she tried to fit together the pieces of the puzzle that was her memory of the night before.

She remembered arriving and being shocked – no, terrified – when she watched Beca open the door. There was an awkward encounter on the porch, Aubrey had stormed off, and then Beca pulled her close, whispering an apology that was long overdue. Then she remembered going into the kitchen, seeing Fat Amy carrying a cake? Then Emily's announcement. Firstly she smiled at that, but it quickly flipped upside down when she realised what had happened next. Chloe remembered how jealous she'd felt of Emily, and how she'd wandered off in search of a drink and an escape. She recalled sitting in the garden, drinking as many shots as she could to numb the pain of her broken heart.

And then there was Beca.

Suddenly, Chloe remembered Beca coming outside, sitting with her, talking, and desperately trying to persuade her to hand over the vodka. How drunk had I been? Chloe asked herself, because she had realised that she was probably crying then. No wonder Beca took the vodka off of her. Then, something else dawned on her. Sobbing, she'd said something to Beca that she shouldn't have. She'd told Beca she wanted to go home with her. That she wanted them to get back together. That she still loved her.

Shit.

And what happened next? She wasn't sure. All she could remember was Beca looking at her with glassy eyes, as if she was trying to make an impossible choice. Then the warm, fuzzy feeling of Beca holding her close as she cried. She shouldn't have done that. It was wrong, and massively unfair towards Beca. She'd deliberately distanced herself from her ex-fiancée to stop something like this happening, because – for all she was a reclusive music producer – Chloe knew Beca couldn't stand seeing people in pain.

Letting herself be like that last night was a mistake. Letting Beca hold her like that was massively wrong. She should never have let it happen, she told herself firmly. But, if she didn't want it to happen, why, why did she feel so safe, so peaceful, in Beca Mitchell's arms?

Suddenly, Chloe found herself filled with even more questions about the brunette. When did Beca let go? Where was Beca now? Was she just imagining things? She didn't have a clue as to what had become of the brunette.

Sitting on the couch, she pondered her next move. The wall on the oven declared that it was 8AM. That was pretty early, especially on a weekend, even by Chloe's standards. Chloe doubted Aubrey or any of the others would be up yet, let alone able to discuss this with her. They were probably all still asleep, or sat in Fat Amy's lounge, hungover.

That eliminated the option of phoning a friend. Painfully, Chloe forced herself to admit that phoning a friend wasn't the most effective option anyway. Although her memory of what happened in the garden was limited, she had no recollection of anybody else being there at all. If nobody else was there, that meant nobody else would have any answers for her.

Except Beca, a small voice in the back of her head piped up. Chloe scoffed at that thought. There was no way she was getting in touch with Beca Mitchell; not when Beca was (partly) the reason she was so confused right now. Especially since she didn't know how they had parted, or anything that happened beyond a long – and very comforting – hug.

As she sat thinking, she realised that this was contempt. It wasn't as if she had any means of actually getting in touch with Beca, considering she'd deleted her number a month ago to stop her calls or messages getting through. Even then, for all she knew her old number by heart, she recalled a twitter post a few weeks back where Beca (aka DJMitch92) had moaned about the mare of a time she was having with her new iPhone X. According to Beca, phones were a pain. Chloe had agreed wholeheartedly with that, and had actually liked the post – not that Beca would be able to tell because it was her professional one; thousands of people liked and commented on it. Thinking about Beca, Chloe debated driving through to their old apartment, just to see if she was in, just to see if there was any chance they could have a chat. She scoffed at that too. Going back to their old apartment was not a good idea, especially when she didn't even know if Beca would be there. Chloe even had a feeling Beca had moved house too, not that it was something she would disclose on Instagram or Twitter. She might've read it in a magazine, or online, but she vaguely remembered there being an article about 'Mitchell's Mansion.'

Shaking her head, Chloe went to get into the shower, because the shower had a reputation for being the place she thought best in. It was in the showers at Barden where she had first recruited Beca, after all, even if it had been – in Beca's words – 'the creepiest thing anybody has ever done.'

Thinking about Beca, and that shower she'd taken way back in 2012 (when she was still with Tom – ugh what a jerk), made Chloe begin to hum, and suddenly she found herself singing a tune she hadn't sung in years.

"You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium." Chloe belted out, fully aware there was nobody there to hear her. She'd always loved that song. So much so that it had become her 'lady jam'. So much so that she and Beca played it every time… you know what, you don't need to know that. It was the song that played in the background when she and Beca went on their first date together. For all Beca claimed the song cringe-worthy, Chloe knew she secretly loved it, especially when Beca burned it to a CD for their Barden – San Francisco road trip.

Chloe couldn't remember the last time she'd heard this song. She hadn't heard it in ages. She definitely hadn't heard it since she'd broken up with Beca.

Thinking of Beca, Chloe found herself wondering what happened to the tiny DJ, and whether she'd made it home safe last night; or if she'd crashed at Fat Amy's like everyone else. Something told Chloe that she'd driven back to wherever she lived, because Beca had been pretty sober last night. Suddenly, she found herself wondering if it had been Beca that had brought her home. That would make sense if she had, but then again, why would Chloe have let her leave so easily?

Chloe huffed with frustration at not being able to remember the exact details. The only image she could conjure up was a fuzzy one of herself singing 'Cool For The Summer' in the passenger seat of somebody's car. But she couldn't for the life of her say whose car it was. But she was pretty certain that she'd killed that Demi Lovato song.

She liked Demi Lovato. Not just her music, but also Demi herself as a person. She was hilarious, and when Beca first brought her home for tea, it was obvious how much she cared about Beca. Chloe knew that their relationship went well beyond what was considered normal for an artist and producer. She quickly became less of one of Beca's clients and one of their friends. Saturday nights in the Lovato household were always fun, especially after Demi cleaned up her act. Sure, there was never any alcohol, but in Demi's company, you didn't need it. Chloe had kind of missed Saturdays at Demi's, especially when she saw that she had kept the tradition going with Beca.

They were working on a new album together; Demi was constantly dropping hints about it on Instagram. She smiled, thinking about how they would often write songs together on a Saturday night. She wondered if they had done this with the new album. The best songs were the ones they wrote late at night together. 'Confident' had been penned this way. As had 'Cool For The Summer'. Knowing that, Chloe was definitely going to listen to Demi's new album when it came out, because it would probably have pieces of Beca in it. Maybe, it would tell her where Beca has been these last few months.

She missed Beca far more than she liked to admit. Seeing Beca last night had terrified her, but now, she was sat thinking how much she'd enjoyed seeing Beca. Part of her even wanted to see Beca again; to see her soon. Stepping out of the shower, Chloe decided that she was going to ask Amy for Beca's number when she went next, which would probably be in a couple of hours to pick Bree up.

Wandering through to her bedroom, she pulled on some leggings and an ancient t-shirt she'd bought at a concert years ago. Now she was comfortable, Chloe crashed back onto her bed, deciding that – seeing as she had nothing better to do – she might as well scroll through her Instagram explore page. The things that came up on that were always pretty interesting. Unlocking her phone, she decided it was probably a good idea to send Aubrey a message, to find out when she was coming back. She tapped on contacts, searching for the point where it would come up with 'Bree' and a flower emoji. She scrolled through all of the numbers with fleeting levels of attention, until she hit the point where the contacts began with 'B'. There was Bailey from work, some person called Baxter, Beca, Beca Label, Bree…

Wait a second – Beca? Was she hallucinating? Chloe scrambled back through the names until her eyes came across the one she was looking for. Sure enough, there were two numbers with Beca's name attached. How did they get there? Chloe was pretty confused, but one thing was for sure – she knew she hadn't put those numbers in there. Surely she'd have known about this. Like seriously, when did this happen?

Staring at the numbers, Chloe dropped the phone onto the bed like it was burning her hands. She didn't know what to do. Should she call her? Or should she just ignore the numbers? She was truly at a loss. She knew exactly what her heart wanted, because it was screaming at her to stop being stupid and pick up the damn phone. But her head, the voice of reason, told her to step away from the phone, that tapping it was a bad idea; that she'd chosen to cut Beca out of her life. Her heart screamed out again, louder this time, telling her that this was her chance, her chance to get everything back how it should be.

It was just like that Saturday three months ago. Once again, Chloe stood over her phone, trying to choose between her head and her heart. Her head warned her of the dangers, telling her to fear them, while her heart told her to jump headfirst and damn the consequences. Chloe Beale's had a track record for being right. After all, it was right that time in the showers. But that heart sat right on her sleeve, and could she bear to see it get broken again? Maybe it would be different, a small voice said. Her head screamed in uproar at that. Listening to her head had got her into this situation. But sometimes, being reckless isn't an option. Sometimes, following your heart takes you on a path to self-destruction. Her heart had led the way to that three months ago. Chloe knew her heart was broken, and knew it probably always would be, because it was missing some of its vital pieces.

It was missing Beca Mitchell, and that left a pretty big gap.

Suddenly, Chloe knew what she needed to do.

Without hesitating, she picked up the phone, ignoring the desperate pleas of her head to stop.

Tapping the screen, Chloe smiled as she held the phone up to her ear.

It rang three times, until there was a click at the other end.

"Hey… who's this?" came a familiar voice from the end of the line, causing Chloe's breath to hitch.

"Hey Becs," Chloe breathed into the phone, "I think we need to talk…"

OOOOHH... I WONDER HOW THEIR CONVERSATION PLAYS OUT. REMEMBER, REVIEWS ARE LOVE, AND RIGHT NOW, I NEED LOVE BECAUSE I'M FREEZING TO DEATH IN THE SNOW :D

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