Chloe had finished giving Beca a tour of her and Tom's new home and excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Beca by herself in the kitchen. Beca used the time to text Jesse. She missed her weirdo.

(Beca had a meeting with the executive she had been in touch with over the branch's case at the headquarters then took a cab and went straight to Chloe's new home.)

Last time she and Jesse talked was when she texted him informing him she landed in L.A. which was in the morning.

They didn't talk during the day because she was working and he was spending the day with his daughter.

It was nearing 8 pm (11 pm eastern time) when she pulled her phone.

'You still up?' she texted.

He didn't text back right away so she figured he went to bed. She shoved her phone in her pocket.

"You okay?" Beca frowned eyeing Chloe when she came back, looking pale.

"Yeah," Chloe nodded. She filled herself a glass of water and sipped from it.

Beca kept eyeing her friend who was acting weirdly and wasn't completely her bubbly self then pulled her cellphone when it vibrated.

'Yep.' She read Jesse's curt reply.

'What movie did force your kid to watch?'

'Toy story 3.'

'How hard did you weep at the ending?' she texted.

'I didn't.'

His curt replies were weird.

'What about Sammy?'

'She cried her eyeballs out a couple of hours ago.'

As she read the words he texted her a picture of Sam sleeping. Looking closely at the picture, she noticed a bandage around Sam's ankle and a Band-Aid on her eyebrow.

'What happened?' she texted.

'She was playing with Bender and fell off of a chair.'

She was about to type her reply when sent another text.

'I was cooking, I didn't see her. It's my fault.'

Beca knew Jesse. And, knew what blaming himself meant. She had to call and make him understand that it wasn't his fault but not right away because Chloe collapsed out of the blue. Beca stuffed her phone in her pocket and ran up to her.

"Hey, hey, hey," Beca wrapped her arm around her friend, holding her up. "Wow, you're heavy," Beca murmured.

"Tom!" Beca called loudly for Tom who was on the second floor, working. "Tom, get down here. Chloe's fainted," she said while supporting her friend's weight.

Beca heard Tom's footsteps as he ran down the stairs.

Sitting half asleep at a hospital was not how Beca imagined her first day in L.A. would end.

Tom, Chloe's husband, shook her awake and handed her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," she took it from him and brought it to her lips.

"Beca, go catch some sleep. I'll call you when she wakes up."

Tom watched her shake her head and stifle a yawn. "I'm staying." She rotated her neck.

He took a seat next to her and exhaled loudly.

Beca patted his thigh a couple of times then rested her head against the wall.

"I'm going to stay with Chlo," he said as he got on his feet. "Beca," he looked at her.

"I'm not leaving. Go," she gave him a small smile. She knew hospital policies: she wasn't family she didn't have the right to be in Chloe's room. Chloe had anemia. She always had it. But for some reason it made her collapse this time. Tom didn't want to her know the reason and she respected his wishes.

All she cared about was that her friend was fine.

16 hours later.

Beca was smiling when she got close enough to Chloe's room to hear the voices coming from inside the room. Standing in front of the door it didn't take the people in the room to notice her.

"You gonna get kicked out if you don't keep it down," Beca said as she eyed Chloe, Fat Amy and Emily.

"When did you get here?" Fat Amy asked Beca.

"Yesterday," Beca answered. "I was going to come over to your place after seeing Chloe first. You know how she get cranky if I see anyone before I see her," she told Fat Amy.

"I thought you were the alpha," Fat Amy paused, "you know, alpha wolf? She's the beta. She plays by your rules and not the other way around."

Beca rolled her eyes at Fat Amy's ridiculousness then sat down at the foot of the bed.

"How are you, red?" Beca asked.

"I'm okay. Waiting for some test results to know if I'm good to go.—how did your meeting go?"

Beca stuffed her hand in her jacket's pocket and pulled her phone when it chimed. "Just a sec, Chloe," Beca got up when she saw that Jesse had finally reply to her. His text read: 'Fine'

It was an answer to her previous text: 'How's Sammy's ankle?' She was testing the waters with that question.

"I need to make a quick phone call," Beca mumbled as she brought her phone to her ear and walked out of the room.

She stood in a far enough distance so that her friends wouldn't hear her.

"Hey, Bec," Jesse said first.

"Hi," she replied. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep texting last night."

"Yeah, I read your text."

She sent him a text explaining what had happened.

"Is Chloe okay now?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah."

"I didn't call 'cause I figured you'd be busy."

"It's okay," she ran her fingers through her hair. "Did you drop Sam at her mother's?" Beca carefully asked.

"She came over and picked her up," he answered after a beat. She waited for an elaboration but he went quiet. "Did she say anything?" she asked.

"The way she looked at me is enough. I'd understand if she wouldn't let me have Sam again. I mean, I'm the reason she lost her baby. Can't risk losing the other one."

"It's her ankle. No one would lose their life because of a sprained ankle."

She forced eye shut. She knew it would happen. She knew he'd blame himself.

"It's fine, Becs," he assured her but she didn't buy it. "Tell me about work."

She was about to yell over the phone and tell him that it's not fine then realized that he was doing the same thing he did when he called her on Christmas: hear her talk and distract himself from his thoughts.

"The meeting didn't go smoothly, duh," she sighed.

"They're not giving you the money?"

"They're going to but there's a condition."

"And how bad is this condition?"

"It's not bad per se." She leaned against a wall. "I'd have to stay in the New York branch. If I take the position in L.A. there will be no money and everyone will get fired."

Her bosses saw that she was a winning card and made them more money than anyone had before in the New York branch with a small budget. They were not going to invest in that branch if she leaves it.

"Beca, you tried. You did what you could do to help. Don't let them manipulate you into staying in New York. And, don't feel bad because it's not your responsibility to secure everyone's job. The branch was a sinking ship when you got there. You understand that, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded. He told her what she needed to hear, badly.

"Babe, I know you care about your current co-workers but you can't let anything hold you back. You want to be back in L.A., your home. You don't even like New York. You make sure to remind me of how much you don't like it whenever there's a rainstorm or snowstorm or we're in subway or anywhere, actually. You once mentioned seeing a rats as big as cats on the street when we were in bed, which, by the way, is a real mood killer. I mean, who talks about rats where they're naked in bed?"

She smiled because she remembered talking about rats while they were lying in his bed.

"You didn't see them, they were ridiculously huge. It's like they were hooked on steroids. You don't see that in L.A."

"Still, you could have picked a better timing," he was chuckling as he talked. "Anyhow, you don't like New York in the slightest. You have a job in L.A. waiting for you. You will kick ass there. Just don't forget about me." He sighed the last sentence.

They haven't talk about how they were going to do the whole long distance thing. She was actively avoiding it. She really didn't want to think about being away from him and only seeing him on occasions. She also was stressing over the fact that he was so vulnerable and has a lot of issues that required her to be present in his life.

She was aware of how she was going to get consumed by work once she took the position in L.A. She wouldn't find that much time for him. Jesse couldn't exactly flight over to L.A. whenever he had time because he had better things to spend money on and he wouldn't let her use her miles or pay for him.

"I won't."

She couldn't if she tried.

"Did the hospital discharge Chloe yet?" he asked.

"She should be out of here soon. A few tests results to be sure then she'll go home." She rested her head against the wall.

"That's good."

"I think I'm gonna cut my trip short," she told him.

"Why?"

"I'm done with work. I'm going e-mail them my decision from New York anyway. I have until this year's budget meeting to tell them what I'm going to do."

She wanted to be there for him. She could distract him over the phone for hours, but she was damn sure the moment she hangs up, he will eat himself up with guilt.

"What about the girls? You told me you missed them."

"Yeah." She really did.

Beca glanced at Chloe's room at the swift whistle she heard to find Emily at the door.

"I'm going to get coffee want anything?" Emily quietly asked. Beca shook her head answering Emily.

Emily nodded and started to make her way to the hospital cafeteria.

"Have fun in sunny L.A. 'cause it's snowing here and will continue to snow for the next couple of days."

He wanted her back in New York but ruining her stay in Barden on Christmas was enough. He could manage on his own and not let his needy-self take over him. Moreover, he had to learn how to function with having her around.

"Okay."

"I have to go, now, Becs. The new bartender is struggling," he told her.

"Please, call when you need to vent about anything. I'm here. We're in different time zone but you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. I love you."

She could hear the bitter sweetness in his voice.

"You too," she replied before he hung up the phone.

Once Jesse laid in bed after a really long day at the bar, he had nothing to distract him from his thoughts. He tried a movie then a video game and they didn't work.

He hated that nothing would get the awful thoughts he had in his head but Beca. She really knew how to fix him.

He hated that he couldn't keep his daughter safe and sound for a full day.

He hated the way Sandra looked at him and tried to hide her disappointment.

He hated that the heavy sigh she let out as she walked away with their daughter made his heart ache.

He hated that it made him hate himself even more.

Jesse sat up and grabbed his phone. The therapist he went to told him that he was indeed suffering from PTSD and that the guilt he was feeling is called survivor's guilt, which is a symptom of PTSD.

His therapist told him to reach out for his support system whenever he had the self-loath thoughts that his guilt caused.

He had one person to turn to: Beca.

Jesse looked at his contact list then dismissed the idea of calling her. He was sure that he was going to ruin her day by talking about his problems. He was going to make her worry.

Instead of calling her, he decided to go through the pictures he had of her on his phone.

Looking at pictures made him want to talk to her even more. It was 2:41 am. 11:41 pm in L.A.

He decide to send her a text. If she's still awake she would text him back.

Jesse 2:43 AM

'I saw a huge rat at the subway station and thought of you.'

Beca 2:50 AM (11:50 PM PST)

'A rat reminded you of me.'

Beca 2:50 AM (11:50 PM PST)

'Wow.'

Beca 2:51 AM (11:51 PM PST)

'You really know how to make a girl feel special.'

Jesse 2:51 AM

'It was huge, Bec.'

Beca 2:52 AM (11:52 PM PST)

'Did you at least take a picture?'

Jesse 2:52 AM

'It was really cold and I didn't want to expose my warm hands and end up with frostbites on 'em.'

Jesse 2:52 AM

'How was your day?'

Beca 2:55 AM (11:55 PM PST)

'Exhausting.'

Jesse 2:55 AM

'Then what are you doing up?'

Beca 2:57 AM (11:57 PM PST)

'I should be asking you that.'

Jesse eyed her text. If he told her why he couldn't sleep, he'll make her worry about him which was a no-no.

Jesse 2:57 AM

'I can't sleep 'cause I got used to holding you until I fall asleep.'

Beca 2:58 AM (11:58 PM PST)

'Hold Bender. He and I are about the same size and have the same kind of feelings for you.'

Jesse 2:58 AM

'Dude, I'm trying to be romantic!'

Beca 2:59 AM (11:59 PM)

'What? He's in love with you. Also, you started it with the rat.'

Beca 3:00 AM (00:00 AM PST)

'PS: don't call your girlfriend dude when you're trying to be romantic, dude.'

Jesse 3:00 AM

'Noted, snuggle bunny.'

Beca 3:01 AM (00:01 AM PST)

'You welcome, [Insert generic lovey-dovey pet name]'

Jesse chuckle reading her reply.

Jesse 3:01 AM

'What did the girls make you do?'

Beca 3:02 AM (00:02 AM PST)

'You know, girl stuff.'

Jesse 3:02 AM

'You hit on men? Do each other's make-up? Get trashed on rosé? Have pillow fights? Complain about men while getting your nails done?'

Beca 3:03 AM (00:03 AM PST)

'All the above. +make out with each other. You know, 'cause women usually have softer lips?'

Jesse 3:04 AM

'I think I should take offense at what you said.'

Beca 3:04 AM (00:04 AM PST)

'Your lips aren't as soft as girls; you should consider using some lip balm.'

Jesse 3:04 AM

'I'm offended.'

He texted with a grin on his face.

Beca 3:05 AM (00:05 AM PST)

'I'd pat your back if you were within touching distance.'

Jesse 3:05 AM

'If you were within touching distance I would do stuff my lips that would make you take back what you said.'

Beca 3:06 AM (00:06 AM PST)

'You could try.'

Jesse 3:06 AM

'Are you underestimating me?'

Beca 3:07 AM (00:07 AM PST)

'Nope. Nevertheless, you are my favorite person to make out with.'

Beca 3:07 AM (00:07 AM PST)

'Even though women DO have better lips.'

Jesse 3:07 AM

'That's nice to hear but it's not enough to make me feel better.'

Jesse 3:08 AM

'Hint: say something sweet and or romantic.'

Beca 3:09 AM (00:09 AM PST)

'I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
'Cause you're the only one up in my heart'

Jesse laughed out loud before typing his reply.

Jesse 3:10 AM

'Britney Spears, really?'

Beca 3:10 AM (00:09 AM PST)

'Is it working?'

Jesse 3:11 AM

'Yes. It would work better if I heard you sing it.'

As soon as he sent out his text, Beca called. He picked up and grinned hearing her sing.

"I was born to make you happy

Always and forever, you and me

That's the way our life should be

I don't know how to live without your love

I was born to make you happy"

She yawned at the last word then sniffed before saying, "Cue dramatic sound effect while looking at the horizon."

"Also, cue me leaving you alone so that you could sleep."

Beca chuckled on the other end of the line. "You'd think that spending a night at the hospital would slow Chloe down," she yawned, again.

"Did she make you run a marathon or something?" he asked. She sounded tired over the phone.

"No, I just did a week worth of bonding activities in a day." She exhaled loudly. "And, I didn't get much sleep last night. Hospital chairs are seriously terrible!"

"Were you with your gal-pals when I texted you?"

"No, I was in a taxi. It was just me and the taxi driver and now I'm in my hotel room—why aren't you sleeping really?"

"I was playing assassin's creed and I didn't feel the time pass," he told her. It was a white lie. He was playing assassin's creed but it had nothing to do with why he wasn't sleeping. "Now that I heard your voice, I think I sleep."

"Glad I could help," she told him and sniffed.

"Are those sniffs yawn related or did you catch cold?"

"Both. I think going from sweaters and coats to a t-shirt and a light jacket wasn't a wise decision on my part."

"You think?" he paused. "Well, drink some tea and have a couple of painkillers."

"I will. Right after an awesome steamy bath."

He groaned at her words that she purposely said in a low voice. She chuckled. "Sucks that neither one of us has a bathtub in their apartment," she said.

"Tell me about it," he sighed. "Well, enjoy your bath. Don't forget to drink something for the cold."

"Thanks. I will."

"Good night."

"Love you. Good—" she sneezed mid-sentence. "Jesus, good night," she sighed.

"Wrong name, babe," he said in amusement.

"Shut up."

He chuckled at her respond. "I love you too."

"Don't actually hold Bender to sleep, weirdo," she said.

He chuckled again, "Good night, Beca."

Tossing his phone away, Jesse felt slightly better. He didn't tell her like his therapist advised him to so the same thoughts that he pushed back while talking to Beca slowly made their back.

"Wow, you do not look happy," Matt said once Beca made her way to him while dragging her suitcase.

"No shit," she told him. She flew across the country while nursing a hangover and having a slight fever from the cold she caught.

"How cold is it?" she asked as she wore her coat.

"Freezing cold," he took the liberty of pulling her hoodie over her head. "You look cute," he smiled as she glared.

"Say that again and I will end you," she calmly told him as she took off the hoodie.

"Grumpy and feisty. Okay," he chuckled. "You sick?" he asked, noting how raspy her voice sounded. She nodded.

"That sucks." He turn on his heels, glancing over his shoulder to see if she was following.

"Thanks for picking me up," Beca said as Matt pulled out of the parking lot—which she rolled her eyes at because why did he pay for parking?

"You're more than welcome," he glanced at her. "How was L.A.?"

"A lot warmer than New York." She looked out of the window.

"How did your meeting with the board go?" he asked.

"Those fuckers see in dollar signs," she paused to sniff. "I'm the only reason they wouldn't go on with their amazing plan which means that I have to stay in New York."

He nodded. "Guess I'm gonna start looking for a new job."

Feeling Beca's gaze, Matt looked at her to find her staring.

He didn't even ask if she was considering to stay in New York and it was a little odd since his and friends jobs depended on her staying in New York.

"I'm thinking boom operator. Do they go to school to hold a stick with a mic at the end?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "I saw your dad and he asked me about you," she started to say and saw him grimace. "Matt, you have to tell your parents."

"I just haven't seen dad yet," he shrugged.

"Well then tell your mom! Dude, it's really shitty to lie. I only played along because we're friends. Even though it was a really dick move of you to forget to mention that your parents think we're dating or correct them—"

"—would you go out on a date with me?" Matt cut her off.

"What?" she frowned.

"Would you go out on a date with me?" he tilted his head to look at her when they stopped at a red light. "Beca, I really like you. And, I know for a fact that you don't hate me. Do you think we could on a date?"

For the first time since Beca had met Matt, she saw a glimpse of nervousness in his eyes—His forest green eyes that once she looked at had a difficulty looking away from.

Beca, focus!—she told herself and blinked.

Matt was watching her and gripping the steering wheel.

"I'm going away to the other coast; why the fuck would you want to get involved with me?" she asked and didn't really expect an answer.

He nodded at the unspoken NO and drove off once the light turned green. "And you know that I don't even think of you that way. We're friends."

"You dated your best friend."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How?" he asked.

"It's hard explain."

"Try me," he shrugged.

"With Jesse I had time forget him when he went away but I couldn't. My feelings kept growing for him instead of fading," she cautiously told him.

"And, I'm guessing they're still there," he glanced at her.

You have no idea— she looked away from his gaze.

"You haven't tried to kick him out of your system that hard," he casually told her.

"Okay, I think this is enough talking about my personal life," she dryly told him.

"You need try harder, that's all I'm saying."

"How?" she asked in amusement.

"Um, you know, cut all ties, block his number, a few one night stands, some you time, then get back in the game," he shrugged.

She smiled to herself as she looked out of the window. Matt really had no idea about what he's talking about and she envied him a little because hadn't experienced heartache like she did.

"Thanks for the advice," she thanked him feeling his gaze.

"I'm sorry I asked you out," Matt apologized as he pulled over in front of Beca's apartment complex. She shrugged because it wouldn't change anything. She knew he liked her.

"I'll see out tomorrow at work," she smiled at him as she unlocked the door.

He got out of the car as well and unlocked the trunk to grab her suitcase.

"I just thought that I should give it a shot. Like, I know I'm not that great," he paused putting the suitcase down. "But I'd hate to keep thinking of 'what if'— those thoughts are the worst."

"I get it, Matt." She gripped the suitcase's handle. "You knew very well what my answer would be but you are right; regret sucks." She shrugged. "But seriously, Matt, tell your family!"

"I will, I promise!" he assured her as she pulled her phone from her pocket. "Is everything okay?" he asked noting the frown she had on her face.

Beca nodded while typing back on her phone. "Thanks for the ride," she thanked him again and turned on her heels.

Walking inside the elevator, her phone rang. She quickly picked up on the unknown number that had already texted her. "Hello?" Beca said first.

"Hi, Beca, it's Sandra," Sandra paused.

"Yeah, I read your text," Beca replied. "Is everything okay?"

Sandra texted asking if she got her number right. Beca answered with a yes.

"It's Jesse, he called me and he didn't sound like himself. He kept ranting about how sorry he is and I'm honestly worried about him. I'm not in the city and I can't exactly go to him."

"Rant? Did he sound drunk?" Beca asked, praying that it wasn't the case.

"No," Sandra answered. "He wasn't slurring or anything. He just kept apologizing—I only called you because you're the only person I know that he knows in New York." Sandra sounded apologetic.

"Yeah, you did the right thing by calling me. I'll go see him and tell you," Beca paused. "Um, how did you get my number?" Beca asked.

"Back when you and Jesse were seeing each other, he gave it to me in case I couldn't reach him with Sammy was him."

Beca nodded because it made sense. But what didn't make sense was the fact that Jesse sounded okay when she talked with him. Sure, they didn't really text during her third day in L.A. but it was just because she made it clear to him that she was going to spend the day with her friends and that they will grill her if she kept texting him.

Beca put her suitcase in her apartment then raced to the subway station. Her head was throbbing and she cursed Amy because it was her fault—why did she have such poisonous alcohol? Beca didn't want to get drunk but there was no way she was going to watch a movie, a romantic one, without a drinking game.

Reaching Jesse's apartment complex, she didn't have to ring the bell; the doorman let her in. She knocked on Jesse's front door and waited until he unlocked it.

Beca kept her expression neutral when he opened the door.

He had dark circles under his eyes. A five o'clock shadow. He didn't look like he showered yet; his hair was messy.

"Beca," he forced a smile, opening the door wide open. "When did you get here?" he asked as she walked in.

"If you checked your phone you would have known," she told him in a calm voice.

"Sorry," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Where's Bender?" she asked looking around.

"He's asleep in my bedroom," he answered quietly.

"Sandra called me," She told him. "She told me that you called her," she paused when he nodded.

"You know that what happened with Sam is totally fine, right?" she asked as she followed him to the couch where he sat down.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he told her, his voice cold.

"I actually do," she disagreed and held his chin up. "Why didn't you tell me that you're hurting, Jesse?"

He shrugged. She sighed and dropped her hand. "Did you eat yet?" she asked as she looked at the pizza left overs on the coffee table. Jesse shook his head.

"Me neither," she said, tilting her head to look back at him. "Go shower. And, after that we could make something together." She ran her fingers through his messy locks then leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. He nodded then got up and walked to his bedroom. Few seconds later, she heard him run the shower.

Beca curled up on the couch, resting her eyes a little. She was tired; she underestimated her fever. And was also; jet-lagged, hungover, and sleep deprived.

Jesse sat down next to her, fresh out of shower. She sat up and eyed him. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants over his boxers and unzipped sweatshirt.

"I don't think I can make food," she sniffed. "What do you say we order something?" she arched an eyebrow at the look Jesse had in his eyes. He was sad and angry yet his eyes were kind. It was a weird and confusing mixture.

He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly, a little too tightly.

"I'm sick," she told him when he leaned in to kiss her.

"I don't care," he said against her lips and kissed her. She kissed him back at first but when he laid her down on the couch and his kisses got a little intense, she pulled away.

"Jesse, I can't," she cupped his face. "I'm tired," she told him. He went for her neck and started to nibble it, ignoring what she said.

"Jesse, stop!" she tried to push him off of her. His response was to hold both of her wrists over her head with one hand.

"You're hurting me," she winced at how tight he was gripping her wrists.

The kindness in his eyes was driving her crazy because it didn't make sense. How could he hurt her while still look at her with so much love?

"Beca," he breathed against her lips. "I need you." He pressed his lips against hers.

"Not like this," she mumbled pulling away, in full panic mood. "Jesse, please stop," she begged him in a cracking voice once he reached for her pants and unzipped them.

She could feel the hot tears spilling from her eyes, as she looked up at the ceiling, helpless. Until she remembered Bender.

"Bender," she called loudly. Jesse's dog would never let them make out while he's around. A dog was literally her last hope before Jesse did something that she won't ever forgive him for.

"Bender," she cried in desperation. She kept calling the dog until her voice gave up on her.

"Please don't cry," Jesse wiped her tears with his free hand and pressed his lips against hers while positioning himself. She bit his lip so hard he start to bleed and pulled away.

Hearing Bender bark, she tilted her head, watched him run up to them and start pulling Jesse's leg.

Jesse loosed his grip on her wrists giving her the opportunity to slip her arms and push him away. She didn't look back when Jesse called for her.

She couldn't exactly get out of the apartment without him catching up and not letting her leave the apartment so she went to his bedroom.

Beca locked the door and leaned against it. She looked down at herself and wore the pants, which were down to her thighs, properly before adjusting her bra all the while crying.

"Beca, please open up," Jesse banged on the door. Bender jumping on his leg and snapping him out of what he was going to do hit him like a cold bucket of water. He couldn't believe that he was capable of hurting Beca.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me," he continued to bang on the door and felt his heart sink when he heard her cry.

Beca forced herself to stop crying and wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve. Crying wouldn't get anything done.

"I won't hurt you again. I swear." She heard him say as she walked into the bathroom. She washed face and exhaled loudly while eyeing her wrists that were red and inevitable were turning into bruises.

She clenched her fists when her hands started shaking. She knew there was no chance she could over power him when she was tired and sick and it scared her.

Making her way back to stand in front of the bedroom door, she heard him cry and tried so hard to keep herself from crying.

"What do I do, Beca?" he asked.

"Leave."

She rested her head against the door and closed her eyes when she later heard him get out of the apartment.

She made her way to the window and waited until she saw him step out of the apartment complex.

AN: Welp, I don't really know what to say. I don't know if what went down in this chapter would sit well with anyone. Let me know if you hate it, your thoughts on how this story will end and whatever you wanna say basically.

PS: I foreshadowed the last part of this chapter in an earlier chapter.