Author's Note

Sorry for the late update but here it is! It'd be so nice to hear from you guys so if you would ever so kindly leave a review or a comment to tell me what you think of the chapter, it would be much appreciated! I also added the last two lines of a poem I wrote a while ago because I thought it fit the story quite well :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters!

P.S. BECHLOE WON TEEN CHOICE! YEEEES!

"Claw Marks"

"No, Beca. Please just wait. Let's talk about this."

Chloe runs up the stairs after Beca, her sobs barely letting her choke out the words she wanted to say. She no longer cared about the makeup running down her face or how the mascara stain made her eyes sting.

She was losing her. And not temporarily like she frequently did whenever Beca went away on tours or business trip. She was losing her for good.

Beca keeps her face blank. She bites the inside of her cheek as she swings the door of their bedroom open, quickly grabbing her suitcase from the side of their wardrobe.

"There's nothing more to talk about, Chloe," Beca says, rushing from the wardrobe, to the suitcase and back to the wardrobe again as she clumsily grabs and throws clothes into the empty suitcase.

"There is everything to talk about!" Chloe shrieks.

It doesn't occur to her how much her hands were shaking until she runs them across her hair in frustration. None of this felt real. None of this could ever possibly be real. It was as if she was trapped in the worst nightmare.

During the past few months, the two had constantly been arguing and fighting. But this fight wasn't like any fight they've ever had.

The suitcase was half full and Chloe feels herself slowly swaying on the verge of insanity. In the heat of the moment, she storms towards the suitcase causing Beca to stand back in shock. Chloe aggressively begins to remove all of the suitcase's contents, tossing Beca's clothes on the bed whilst her tears continued to flow uncontrollably. It was as if she was blinded with the emotions that flooded her conscience.

Chloe had always mocked and laughed at the girls in movies who cried and begged for their lovers to stay with them. But a little bit of her heart broke whenever she saw those kind of scenes because she would always see her mother in them. Her mind would wander back to her 7 year-old self, looking out of her bedroom window into the porch as her father walked out, her mother holding him back saying, "Don't leave" over and over again. At that moment, Chloe decided that she would never fall in love if it only meant her heart being broken. But that was then, and this is now. Chloe had never understood why her mother didn't just let her father go. She never understood why she would make a fool out of herself in front of the neighbours just to make someone, whose mind was already made up, stay. But as she watched Beca start to pack her things to leave her, Chloe understood.

It takes a short while for Beca to realise what was happening.

"Chloe! Stop it! Look at yourself!" Beca grabs Chloe's arms in attempt to restrict her from making any more violent movements.

Chloe fights Beca's grasp for a while before finally collapsing on the floor beside the bed. She walks over to Beca to tightly wrap her arms around her waist from behind.

"Please, please, please. Don't leave me."

Beca stares up at the ceiling as she tries her best not to cry. Chloe was and is her best friend but after three years of being together, how are you supposed to tell the other that you've fallen out of love?

"I'll do anything for you, Beca," Chloe continues not letting go of the smaller brunette. "I'll do anything you want me to do; just say it. Just please don't do this to me."

"Chloe, do you love me?"

"You know I do."

Beca turns to face Chloe and takes her hands into her before looking up to meet the redhead's gaze. Although they were bloodshot with tears and messy with the smudged makeup, the crystal blue of her ever-glowing eyes still stood out.

"No, I need to hear you say it, Chloe. Do you really love me?"

Chloe's eyes soften at the sight of Beca asking her to tell her that she loved her. She feels the daggers in her heart dig in deeper for she knew what was coming next; she knew what Beca was going to ask from her. But she pushes the pain aside.

Don't make it any harder for either of you, Chloe thinks to herself. The daggers are yours, not hers. Say the words.

"Beca, I love you."

The brunette gives her a sad smile before responding with the four words she's always dreaded to hear.

"Then let me go."

Time seemed to freeze. Chloe sees the first time she sees Beca at the activities fair to their first date, to their first kiss and to the moment they're in now. Chloe knew what she had to do. No matter how painful it was, she knew that she had to let her go because all she ever wanted was for her to be happy; with or without her in the picture.

"Chloe, if you really love me," Beca says softly, unlacing her fingers from Chloe's. "Then you'll let me go."

And she did, so she does.

"…For I know in another lifetime,

There I will meet again with thee,

Where I will finally be right for you,

And you will be right for me."