Beca slightly opened her eyes to the sound of some beeping. She wasn't fully conscious yet, but heard voices around her that sounded like she was under water. A blurry face welcomed her view with more gargling that slowly started to sound clearer. "…worried about you." She could finally make out the last part of the sentence, assuming that it started with 'I was so..'

"Jesse?" she mumbled in a barely audible voice.

The man nodded. "I'm here Becs." He assured her. "You're going to be fine."

Beca looked around her, but couldn't find anyone else besides Stacie. She felt slightly hurt about the fact that nobody visited her aside from Jesse.

"Don't worry, everyone still loves you." Stacie chuckled. "It's just that, nobody knows you're in the hospital."

"Yeah, the bathrooms were located near the exit so nobody noticed when I carried you out of there last night. We thought it would be better to keep it to ourselves. No need to get them worried on their happy day." Jesse added and pointed at the tall brunette. "I'm going to get coffee, do you want some?"

Stacie shook her head. "No, thanks."

When the man left the room, she turned to Beca and glared at her. "What are you doing to yourself, Becs?"

"What do you mean?" Beca frowned as she pushed herself up by her elbows, leaning against the back of the bed. "Wait, these aren't my clothes," she teasingly complained as she looked at the shirt she was wearing.

Stacie sighed. "That's mine, I had an extra shirt. Jesse said you hate wearing hospital gowns so he asked me if I had a spare shirt for you to use."

"But it's pink."

"Now, don't change the topic. I told you to take it easy. You're overdoing yourself." Stacie said rather anxiously. "If Jesse was too late to notice your absence at that party, I wouldn't have been able to save you. You could've…" she trailed off with a sigh as her eyes plummeted to her shoes. It was still a sensitive topic for her. The tall brunette was accustomed to people dying in the hospital and never felt less sad for anyone, but of course it was going to be way harder when it's a good friend of hers.

"I'm going to die soon anyway, at least you wouldn't need to worry anymore." Beca responded with a smirk.

The doctor rolled her eyes at her friend, still not being able to understand how she was still so carefree about it. "I'm not even going to continue this conversation with you." She declared. "It was supposed to be my day off since it's my wedding anniversary, but instead, I went here to take care of you. Unfortunately for me, you don't even seem to care about it, so if you don't mind, I'm leaving to do what I had actually planned for the day."

Beca grinned and pursed her lips as she raised her eyebrows at the tall brunette who walked towards the door.

The woman was about to step outside when Jesse approached them. "Hey, where are you going?" he frowned at the woman.
Stacie gestured towards the tiny brunette who was grinning widely in her hospital bed, something that Stacie didn't see often as a doctor. "This woman doesn't need to be taken care of. I'm leaving her to you." She softly tapped the man on his shoulder before turning around and leave the room.

...

"It's too expensive, Bree." Chloe furrowed her brows as Aubrey moved behind her, putting a necklace around her neck. "I can't accept this."

The blonde turned the other woman around and admired her for a moment. "It really looks lovely."

"But Aubrey..." the redhead tried to protest but got cut off immediately.

"You look perfect." Aubrey smiled. "Go look at it in the mirror."

Chloe pursed her lips and slowly nodded in defeat. "Fine." She said as she turned around to find a mirror whilst the blonde looked at other necklaces at the jewelry shop. The redhead looked around and saw a mirror on her left. When she was about to approach the mirror, a tall brunette unexpectedly stepped in front of it, checking her own reflection. Chloe moved closer and stood behind the woman as she waited for her turn. She looked up and saw the reflection of the woman in front of her through the mirror. She froze when she recognized her face. It's...

"Stacie, right?" Chloe blurted out, kicking herself inwardly.

The tall brunette turned around, "Yes?" and looked at her rather confused, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, right. Sorry." The redhead held out her hand. "I'm Chloe. A friend of Beca's."

"Oh my God! You are Chloe?!" Stacie smiled as she shook the other woman's hand. "Yeah, Beca talks a lot about you."

"All good things, I hope." The redhead joked.

"Of course." Stacie assured her.

Aubrey approached the two women talking and greeted the tall brunette.

"This is Aubrey. She's my, uh, girlfriend." Chloe introduced the blonde. "Aubrey, this is Stacie. Beca's…" she didn't even need to finish the sentence for her to understand what the redhead meant. Chloe tried to keep a smile on her face as she looked at how beautiful Stacie was. A part of her felt jealous that she hadn't met Beca before she did.

"Oh! Nice to meet you." The blonde smiled.

"Nice to meet you, too." Stacie shook her hand. "So, you guys are shopping?"

"Well, trying to..." Aubrey gestured towards her girlfriend who didn't want to accept anything from her.

"Me too." The brunette chuckled. "It's actually our anniversary today. So I thought, why not spend my wife's money?"

The redhead suddenly started to feel nervous, "So, uh, is... Beca here too?" she stammered.

Stacie looked at her quizzically, "Beca? Why would Beca be here?" she turned her head to the right. "Cynth, honey, come here a moment. I want you to meet someone." She called towards a smaller woman with short, brown hair who was now making her way over towards them. "Cynthia, these are Beca's friends, Chloe and Aubrey." She gestured towards the two women. "And this is Cynthia Rose, my loving wife." She smiled as she placed her arms around her wife hugging her from the side.

"Your wife?!" Both women questioned at the same time, rather shocked. "But," Chloe and Aubrey looked at each other for a moment with the same state of confusion plastered on their faces then looked back at Stacie, "What about Beca?"

The tall brunette eyed both women suspiciously, "What is it with Beca?" she asked obliviously, not knowing what lies Beca had been telling the two women. Well, except for the part that they were not allowed to know about her heart condition.

"We actually met through Beca." Cynthia Rose said as she glanced at Stacie, smiling at the memories. "She's such a great friend. You know, always full of life and always wanting to make people happy..." her smile slowly faded when she remembered about their friend's condition. "But now..it's -"

Stacie cut her off abruptly, "Uhm, Cynth.." as she tried to grip her shoulders tightly.

Cynthia ignored her wife's interruption. "Baby, just let me say this." She begged the taller brunette who quickly shook her head.
"What..?" Chloe asked confused as she looked at the two women alternatingly. "What's going on?"

Cynthia Rose turned to the redhead and opened her mouth to speak, ignoring her wife's nudges and protests. Stacie was worrying her lip knowing she's maybe too late in doing anything to control the situation. "Now, when I look at her.." Cynthia started, "I just can't believe that she doesn't have much time left." The sadness in her voice was very evident.

"Shit." Stacie facepalmed herself after hearing her wife spilling the beans.

"It's hard to believe that such a big heart would ever stop beating," she sighed sadly. "But it's really nice to know that you guys are there for her in her last days."

Chloe felt her heart sink. In her last days.. Last days?! No.. no, this can't be true. This can't be happening. It can't be. Beca is not dying! she thought as she took a few steps back helplessly.

Aubrey turned her head to her girlfriend, eyes widened in shock at the news that was just dropped on them. Beca was dying. She saw the redhead shooting her an apologetic look with her beautiful baby blue eyes now covered in tears. The blonde understood that Chloe needed some time alone and nodded slowly before watching her turn around and rush away. Even she can feel her heart breaking.

Stacie quickly took out her phone to call Beca and let her know what had happened as Chloe left the shop. The redhead started walking to wherever her legs were taking her. Her world stopped moving as more tears blurred her view. She kept walking and didn't care about the people she bumped onto on her way.

"She doesn't have much time." She kept repeating these words in her mind as she thought about all the things that Beca had ever said to her.

"Listen, just live! Be happy! Smile! Who knows, tomorrow may never come."

"Stacie is my wife."

"How I wish I could tell you that every time I close my eyes, all I can see is your face."

"This love I feel for you will last until the day I die, and even after that. I love you... forever and always."

Everything was slowly falling into its place. Every piece of the puzzle is now making sense. Chloe had never experienced this much pain. Even getting rejected by the love of her life does not come close to how much she's hurting right now. Rejection didn't seem so bad after all, knowing that Beca loved her for so long but couldn't act on it for the sake of her happiness. How is it possible to love someone so much that you're willing to sacrifice your own happiness?

...

After receiving Stacie's phone call, Beca quickly got up from her hospital bed and pulled out the IV needle that was attached to her wrist.

Jesse immediately jumped up from his seat as he tried to stop the brunette. "Beca, you need to be careful with yourself!"

"It's fine, Jesse. I'm going to die anyway." The brunette waved him off. "Let me at least take care of this first." She turned and started running, ignoring the stings in her heart. One hand clinging on to her chest, she kept running out of the hospital towards the street. She stopped and leaned against a lamppost as she tried to catch her breath. I have to do this. I have to do this for her! She encouraged herself as she clenched her teeth ignoring the pain. With the little strength she got, she held out a hand to stop a cab.

...

Aubrey had just arrived home when she heard someone pounding on her door. As soon as she opened it, she got pushed aside and the sadness on her face turned into anger. "You lied to me!" Aubrey spat at the brunette whose hand was still pressed against her chest. "You said that you didn't love her. You said that you.. are not in love with her!"

"No, I'm not." Beca simply responded, shaking her head.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Stop crossing your fingers, it's not going to change reality!" She let out a frustrated sigh. "You know what? I give up! She will never love me back. Not now when she knows that you love her, too."

"She will!" Beca protested. "She just needs time, and that's something that I don't have." She hissed the last part of her sentence through gritted teeth, furious about the fact that she couldn't get more time.

"Time won't change anything. She will never be able to forget you, Beca. She will never be able to move on from you." The blonde felt a tear running down her cheek.
Beca laughed sarcastically. "Wow, and here I was, thinking that you really love her."

"I do love her, she's my life!" Aubrey scoffed. "But she just…" she trailed off, looking away as she quickly wiped her tear.

The brunette cut her off. "If she's your life, then how can you give up on your life so easily?"

"You don't understand." The blonde stated indignantly.

"I do understand!" Beca cut her off again. "Don't look for any excuses. We both know I'm no good to her. When she's got me, she will just lose me again. You have way more time than I do!" she glared at the blonde woman and waited for a response. When she didn't get any, she turned around and headed towards the door.

"What would you do if you were in my place?" The brunette heard Aubrey yell after her when she was about to walk out the door.

Beca took a step back and turned her head to the other woman, looking straight into her eyes. A mix of sadness, longingness, and hopefulness were blazing in those weak steel-blue hues, "Oh, you have no idea how much I wish to be in your place."

The blonde was at a loss of words as she felt something in her chest shatter. Sympathy covered her face as she watched the brunette turn back around and walk away.

Life is so not fair.

...

Beca got out of a yellow cab and made her way towards Central Park. She knew it would be the only place the redhead would go to at times like these. The brunette was jogging through the park and looking around, grateful that it wasn't crowded. A few turns with her head and there she was, standing by the railing, crying onto her hands.

She slowly approached the redhead and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Chloe quickly wiped her tears and turned around to face Beca, not looking very surprised like she was already expecting her arrival. She gazed at the brunette, and wondered how her meer presence still took her breath away. Her heart started to race as she fought the urge to touch her, afraid that she might be very delicate. The redhead slowly brought her hand up and found its way to the other woman's chest. She carefully put her hand over her skin in order to feel her heartbeat. The brunette watched her as she tried so hard to hold back the tears. Upon feeling the contact, she couldn't help but feel the redhead's warmth and put her own hand over hers.

"You love me so much that you want to leave love behind for me, even after you go..." Chloe sobbed, "even if it's through someone else."

Beca quickly pulled her into a hug, but the redhead started fighting her off. "Why do you love me so much?" she cried, fighting into Beca's embrace.

The brunette closed her eyes as tightened her hug, trying to keep the redhead calm, "I don't love you, Chloe." She heaved a deep sigh, "I'm not capable of loving anyone."

It took a while before Chloe decided to stop fighting her off and leaned against her embrace. She kept crying with her head buried in the younger woman's collarbone. Beca held her tight and lovingly stroked her hair with her fingers as she let her sob in her arms. Chloe's cries slowly turned into whimpers and her whimpers turned into heavy breathings. She didn't want to let go. She could stay like this forever.

The brunette pressed her lips onto the other woman's head as she slowly breathed in her scent. She looked at Chloe with those saddest eyes as she guided her towards the nearest bench where they both sat down.
It was silent for a while but the comfortable kind. They just sat there, delighted with each other's embrace as they thought about everything that was happening.

"You know everything about me." Chloe suddenly said, pulling away as she looked into the other woman's eyes. "You know about me, my family, my life... but I don't know anything about you."

Beca watched her lips talk as she slowly gazed at those baby blue eyes, "What would you like to know?" she asked.

"Everything." The redhead replied. "Your childhood, your parents, your friends..."

The brunette took a deep breath and thought about what she could tell the older woman. "Well.." she started as she looked at her nervous hands, "I've spent most of my childhood with Jesse. We were neighbours and we grew up together, until a few years ago when he had gotten a job offer in New York. He's always been my only friend... my best friend besides my mom." She looked up at the sky, feeling her eyes watering.

"What was she like?" Chloe took one of Beca's hand into hers and rested her head on her shoulder as she played with the brunette's fingers.

Beca sniffed and smiled at the memories. "She was just like Jennifer, actually. A loving and caring mother who would do anything for the happiness of her own daughter." She stared into the distance as if she could see her past being projected in the air. "She's the only one who supported me with my music. I used to DJ at clubs, playing my own mixes every night. It was always my dream to channel my emotions through music so creating mixes became my passion. Unfortunately, my dad didn't understand it so he treated me like an inferior. I was useless to him." She rolled her eyes at the mention of her father. "Jesse supported me too, of course, but not like the way my mom did. She really wanted me to pursue it, because she knew how much it meant to me."

Chloe lifted her head again to look at the other woman, "You're a DJ?" She asked rather impressed.

"Was," the brunette chastised. "As soon as I found out about..." she brought her hand to her chest, "I had to stop." The redhead looked at her with sympathethic eyes. "But I still mix songs," Beca quickly added, smiling, "I've even made some for you. I wasn't planning on giving it to you, though." She looked at their entwined fingers, "But I guess that has changed now."

Chloe's eyes widened in amusement, "You made mixes... for me?"

Beca nodded, "I did. I will give it to you when I get home," she smirked wearily.

The redhead was practically melting upon hearing that. No one has ever made her anything and eventhough she still had not listened to those songs, knowing that she has inspired Beca to create those mixes was more than enough for her. Slowly, she leaned in closer towards Beca's lips.

"Chloe?" Beca swallowed seeing what the redhead was trying to do, "Uh, what are you doing?" She stayed still, breathless as Chloe's face moved closer.

Eventually, their faces were inches apart that they could feel their breaths brush against each other's lips. They stayed still, unable to form coherent thoughts but feeling each other's gravity pull them together. The redhead closed her eyes as she moved a little closer. Her heart was in her throat as she held her breath, waiting for their lips to collide. She inched closer, but felt a finger press against her lips, making her eyes flash open.

Beca's mouth twisted, watching the disappointment on the redhead's face. She cupped her cheeks and kissed the older woman on her forehead, "We can't." She whispered painfully.

The redhead let out a defeated sigh, "I know." She glanced down and took both of Beca's hands into hers and squeezed them gently. Her thumbs traced the back of the brunette's hands before looking into her eyes, "Can I...", she paused, trying to muster some courage, "Can I... at least get one day with you?" she pleaded. "Just one day, Beca. You and I, together. I promise to go back to Aubrey after that. But please, just give me... one day."

Beca worried her lower lip as she tried to find a way to reject those lonely, blue eyes without hurting them. If she would agree, it would be harder for them to say goodbye. Even though she really wanted to, it wouldn't do them any good. A lot of things can happen in a day and she's not sure if she'll be able to handle it. No, I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.

"Fine." she said in a beat as she stiffened for a moment when she realized what she just said. However, she quickly relaxed seeing the glow in the redhead's eyes.

One day.

Just the two of us.

One whole day...with Chloe.

What could possibly go wrong?

...

What if I stay forever?

What if there's no goodbye?

Frozen for a moment here in time,

...You and I tonight