A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took a while to get this chapter up, I got busy with work T.T It's again, bittersweet, BUT reasons… Anyways, chapter 16 might take some time from being updated because it's long and I plan on getting chapter 17 started immediately after that (but chapter 17 will be shorter than 16 so I'm not worried in terms of updates).

We have some different POVs here, mostly Luke, and Cynthia Rose. We still have Beca and Chloe POVs too. Next chapter will feature Stacie's, Amy's, and Aubrey's POV.

No actual song in this chapter although we do get a mention with 'All of Me' by John Legend.

More notes below… (y'all don't need to read all of it unless you're the one most of it applies to).

I don't own pitch perfect.

It was all a shimmering shining moment. And if this was just the rehearsal dinner, then Luke was looking forward to the actual wedding reception.

All the worries of the past weeks had been slowly disappeared. Sure, there were some shenanigans between the bride and groom themselves earlier during the day when they were going over the details of their actual wedding with the rehearsal. Somehow, things felt like they were supposed to be, with only the Bellas and the handful of Trebles that still acknowledge Bumper's existence – some of them were still really pissed off from him leaving just before his last go at Nationals with the Trebles – that it felt like the good old days again. Luke had to admit, the past year or two was mostly spent about reminiscing about the days gone by.

No expense was being spared by both Bumper and Amy, having a closed section of one of the hottest restaurants in LA at the moment solely for their group. Amy was having fun for a moment teasing Emily about Benji with Bumper jumping on their whole relationship train, giving relationship advice that Stacie was immediately shutting down in Benji's behalf… for Emily's sake…

Luke spared a glance at Beca on the opposite side of their table, she was having a conversation with Flo now. Earlier that day, she was making more and more of an effort of reaching out to the Bellas, getting her footing back how things were with the other relationships she's built in the past and Luke smiled contentedly to himself. Sure, she was acting a little funny around Chloe the whole night through too, but then again, when did Beca ever not act awkward and funny around Chloe when her thoughts are filled with her? Whatever it was, Luke could only hope and assume it was a good thing, she was like that before when she was working it out on herself that she had feelings for Chloe, and when she was plotting and scheming her whole grand proposal with him. Heck, Beca was a nervous wreck just telling Luke that Chloe was 'the one' and she rambled on and on about how she wanted to marry the girl. Things unfolded quite differently from what Luke expected but he strongly had faith that those plans were only derailed. Beca was making progress. Sure, it was at a painstakingly slow rate but progress nonetheless.

And though there were still so much to fight for, so much to go through and face, Luke thought to himself about these little moments they've been enjoying, the past moments they've enjoyed in the past too.

It was then that Luke seized the moment with a smile on his face. Life isn't perfect, it gets all murky and muddled up. What was the saying again, 'Misery starts from apparent happiness'?

But happiness nonetheless.

And with the forever fleeting moments of life, Luke knew he shouldn't waste them.

He stood up and cleared his throat, raising a glass. "I know, I know, I'm the Man of Honor, not the best man, and the best man's usually the one who does the toast during the reception, but, what's a little tradition breaking for us ragtag group of people now?" Luke started and the group of Trebles along with some of the Bellas cheered him on. "We haven't exactly followed tradition, and for one thing, the courtship, so to speak, between our happy couple now is nothing short of what we're all accustomed to with the love stories we read about and see and watch. And to that I say, screw tradition, screw the movies, and the books. We are real, we are alive, and Amy and Bumper's rather bumpy ride to get to where they wanted to be is their love story. Bear traps, lake serenades, and camp fire realizations – apparently, I just heard the stories folks – oh, and the whole sneaking out at night to get together aside, we're here to celebrate the love shared between two of our friends. And while I'm not exactly Bumper's number one fan, I am Amy's, and I see the happiness you both share. If anything, it makes me have faith in love and how it would win out in the end." he continued, casting his eyes down for a brief moment as if to search for the right words from somewhere on the plates and dishes and napkins on the table. Luke chuckled as more memories of the past came rushing to his mind. He looks up briefly to see Beca smiling back at him too, a slightly nervous smile but the smile was there nonetheless and for a while he knew they were having a brief silent conversation of their own. "So, to Amy and Bumper." he said, raising his glass a little higher, "May you not hurt yourselves when you inevitably break the bed on your honeymoon."

And soon the whole room erupted in a mix of laughter and applause, Amy throwing Bumper a wink.

Beca spent the whole morning in a daze, a dream keeping her all rattled and unnerved. A dream had haunted her all night through, what with the words she let slip with Chloe and with things going on with her life, her heart, and her mind… everything was all starting to get mixed up in the jumbled mess of her thoughts.

But that dream, that dream was clarity.

That dream of what Beca could only guess was supposed to be some New Year's Eve. A dream that Beca decided to dissect into its tiniest details, spending most of her morning on dream interpretation and symbolisms.

But it was quite direct if Beca was being honest.

Chloe said something about missing 'one' and Beca assumed it was something about the countdown to New Year's.

Then Chloe kissed her, like she did that night, the redhead's lips gently pressing on her forehead.

Beca kept replaying the dream on and on and on in her head the whole day through, only to find herself wondering, with each run-in with Chloe the whole day through, if that dream wasn't a dream…

…if it was actually real.

But what on earth would that even mean? Was she remembering? Or did she just remember that one thing?

What if at the end of the day, she was actually just dreaming?

She wanted to ask Luke the whole day, she's actually been dying too. But she couldn't, Luke was a little busy being the Man of Honor and all.

And she would ask Chloe, but…

…but that would just open a whole can of worms on its own and truth be told, she didn't want to build Chloe's hopes up of remembering anything, if she was actually remembering something, when in the end she wasn't sure if she'll remember other things at all.

So Beca decided to get a little creative, talking to the Bellas, finding the ones she knew she could trust the most with slyly asking about what her dorm room at Barden looked like, if they knew. Stacie and Amy would be the best choice but they would be on high alert on things like this, or so Beca thought, and again, she didn't want to build false hopes. Emily was just easily excitable too.

Beca managed to talk to Denise and saw her opportunity when she had opened up the topic and retold the story of waiting on Beca after she was arrested her freshman year. So she asked Denise to draw her room, asking details about it, saying she wanted to try and imagine how that went. But… well… let's just say Denise wasn't exactly an artist with a pen and a paper.

Flo was her next hope, but Flo never saw Beca's dorm room.

Beca was cut short of her slow progress and she was about to decide on whether asking Aubrey for anything for this would be the best option for her or try out her luck with Lilly when Luke got up and gave her speech.

Convincing Beca that somehow it didn't matter if it was a dream or if it was real. The kiss on the forehead the night before still happened, and still meant something. It must have meant something, it did to her and she refused to believe that it meant nothing for Chloe.

Lilly sat down next to Beca when the whole group erupted in applause and cheers with Luke's little speech. "If I asked you to draw my dorm room from Barden with no apparent reason, would you?" she asked Lilly with a flat tone, almost giving up with the thought of figuring things out herself on a subtle note. She was thankful that the noise coming from their group pretty much drowned out her request that Lilly possibly didn't understand anyways but Beca was surprised when the other girl pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin.

In a matter of thirty seconds she had the most amazing quick napkin sketch of her life. Lilly had done it. In amazing detail too.

And Beca starred at the piece of paper thin material in front of her in awe. It was there, all in perfect detail, from the bed, her desk and mixing equipment, everything.

Who knew Lilly was quite the all-around artists?

But that was beside the point.

Her dreams, the setting and place of that quick view she had when Chloe kissed her on the forehead, the place that replaced the busy streets of LA when her visions blurred and her heart started skipping a few beats, it was all there in its miniaturized glory. On that one piece of napkin that Lilly had handed to her.

And Lilly couldn't possibly be a mind-reader to guess what she saw in her head.

"Thank you." Beca said almost breathlessly, still in awe as she gingerly folded the piece of napkin and kept in her pocket. It was the only piece of her past she could truly hold onto at the moment.

Lilly simply smiled and nodded, Beca thankful that Lilly didn't ask her why she made her request.

Beca took the ongoing commotion to quietly slip away for a minute or two and take a breather, escaping to the stalls of the nearby restroom and getting her breathing under control. She was highly overwhelmed.

It was just one memory. One against possibly hundreds of quiet moments all thrown away thanks to that fraction of a second when things started to all go wrong.

One memory returning to her against years' worth of things forgotten.

But that one memory…

…it was keeping her hopes alive.

And for the first time in months, Beca didn't think about the future ahead of her. She was focused on paving the path to it in the present. And she was focused to that piece of the past she had retrieved after eluding her for so long.

It was a tiny victory on her way back to where she knew she belonged.

Cynthia Rose found herself alone in the restroom, taking a break from all the momentum that Luke has started with his little speech. Bumper begun singing the opening lines of 'All of Me' and of course the Trebles were quick to back him up as they serenaded Amy. The Bellas thought it was a nice touch, an act now fully reciprocated from when Amy sang to him, especially when the Trebles slowly fading in the background as Bumper's serenade turned into a duet.

At first Cynthia Rose thought she was alone so she was a little surprised to hear someone else heaving a heavy sigh with a rather shaky breath. As if someone was crying? Or trying to fight back the tears?

"Is anyone here?" Cynthia Rose asked and after a minute or so she got a reply from the last stall from the entrance to restroom.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that." Beca said, stepping out.

Cynthia Rose looked at the DJ, studying her face carefully to be sure not to miss a single beat of what could be bothering her. There was a thoughtful look in Beca's eyes, a weak and rather bittersweet smile on her lips. "Are you okay shorty?"

Beca looked up and shrugged. "Yeah, lot of things in my mind right now is all."

Cynthia Rose nodded thoughtfully. "You know, the offer still stands. If you want to talk about anything… I'm here to listen."

"I know." Beca said, that bittersweet smile still on her face. "Thank you, by the way. I feel like you've all been extra patient you've all been with me."

"I don't know if we've said this enough times, or if you've ever gotten tired of hearing it, but once a Bellas, always a Bella. And you are a Bella, Beca Mitchell. We'll always be here to stick it through the worst of storms with you. But, you know, sometimes it does help to talk it out you know, whatever is on your mind."

"It's just work, and stuff." Beca shrugged off, she seemed a little hesitant and shy to open up about it, Cynthia Rose could tell. It was all in her 'Beca' ways, like how she mumbles towards the end of something she was saying, trying to shrug it off and leave it be. Then Beca would quirk her mouth to one side, she'll shrug lightly and quickly away.

"Work stuff?" Cynthia Rose repeated, trying to quickly analyze the situation. In her years of knowing all the Bellas she had quietly mastered the ways of trying to figure out what was going on in the back of their minds, getting to know all their quirks and what they meant, defining the various versions of 'fine' with how each one of them say it and at what times. "Somehow I had the feeling that it was also related to a certain redhead, maybe I was wrong."

Beca looked at Cynthia Rose curiously. "How'd you know?" she asked quietly. "Luke's always been the only one who could read me, Emily sometimes. But those two, they've mastered the art that is 'being Beca Mitchell's family'. For that matter, I'm still trying to figure out how Amy or Stacie seem to guess what I need and when or say what I need to hear at what moment."

"Yeah, Amy and Stacie are on a whole other level I'm afraid. You shared a room with Amy and Stacie almost always crashed if I'm not mistaken, so their skills are a little more refined than mine. But, when it comes to Chloe and anything related to it, all the Bellas can pretty much tell. When you're thinking about her or when something reminds you of her. You have a tendency to smile a little to yourself, be happy or bittersweet, and you blush a little. And if something is about Chloe or Chloe related in some ways, you mumble more and fidget a lot. I think, for as far as Chloe's concerned, the only person you can talk to about her with a straight-face and perfectly cool temperament is Aubrey."

"Huh." Beca let out sounding a little more thoughtful. "I never noticed."

Cynthia Rose shrugged. "So what about Red?"

Beca took a deep breath. "It's just… things are nice between us now and I… See, it's…" she started to articulate, falling short with her words each time.

"Do you, uh, do you still have feelings for Chloe? Did it sort of come back?" Cynthia Rose asked, trying to put into words what she thought Beca was struggling to say.

"I don't think it ever went away." Beca admitted almost breathlessly, helplessly, as she looked up to meet Cynthia Rose's big brown eyes. "And, nothing is perfect, or as it should be. I know Chloe's… and I have things with my stupid work and my stupid boss trying to manipulate a situation… I'm trying so hard to find my way back or build something new with her, whatever it is we end up building but I feel like everything around us is trying to pull us apart." she continued, the words coming easily now. "And I… well, I think no one ever knows what to do. I want to fight for her. Do you know what I mean? I just, I know I probably don't deserve her, I probably still can't love her the way I loved her before, but…" Beca went on, her left hand instinctively clutching something inside her pocket, "But I want all that we still stand a chance of having. Not a perfect love story, I never really believed in those. I want our story. I just don't know if it's even the right thing to do, given the situation now, or the things that may come."

"Love isn't something you overthink Beca, it's something you feel." Cynthia Rose said. "You actually said that to me once. I was asking for any song advice on something I was putting together for Denise for Valentine's Day during our time at Barden. You said base my song choices on what makes me feel all the things that she makes me feel. Honest and good advice." she continued saying, remembering the rare occasion when Cynthia Rose found herself standing outside the DJ booth of the radio station at Barden, talking to Beca while Jesse kept interrupting with his own romantic notions. Those days were long gone and yet somehow, it felt like it had just happened mere moments ago to Cynthia Rose. She smiled when she looked at Beca who looked like she was deep in thought, as if something had struck a chord within the DJ with the things she was saying.

"So let me tell you that now." Cynthia Rose said picking up where she left off. "Good and bad, right or wrong, people make mistakes. At the end of the day, so long as you don't ruin someone's life or do something terrible you can't undo, you should do what makes you happy and follow your heart. No matter what stands in your way shorty. Stop thinking, and stop thinking about wanting to have things happen now. It will all come. When it's time."

Beca nodded and the two of them proceeded to make their way back at the party that was slowly reaching its end. Beca's eyes shined with new life as she looked at the closed portion of the restaurant only open to them, her eyes landing undoubtedly on Chloe. She took a deep breath and as she slowly released it, Cynthia Rose could tell that her mood had turned lighter, becoming more and more hopeful. Like the proverbial weight of her shoulders have been lifted, if not completely, a good chunk of it for sure.

"You know what, I think you're right." Beca then said.

And Cynthia Rose couldn't help but somehow feel proud.

Beca had gone and disappeared from the room for a while, and Chloe wasn't sure if she had already left or only slipped out for the moment. If she had gone back to her hotel and left, then Chloe was definitely a little disappointed she didn't even bid goodbye.

Or goodnight at least. Because that seemed to be all they could say to each other before parting ways.

Chloe had to admit, her thoughts were still on the kiss she had left on Beca's forehead the other night. It didn't necessarily need to mean anything, and it shouldn't. But Chloe could feel it.

She could feel it deep within her bones, deep within the swirling feelings at the pit of her stomach.

Beca had broken her heart, she did because at the time it was the only way the DJ thought they could move forward. But scars heal and even broken bones mend.

And what did those words mean? The words that had so easily slipped between Beca's lips.

What do they carry?

Chloe felt like her head was spinning, and for some reason she couldn't quite understand, she couldn't put a stop to the rush of feelings that rise up from within her every time she bumped into Beca that day.

And even all night long, their briefest of interactions seemed to reduce Beca into a nervous wreck while Chloe knew that it had brought her back to place that she never thought she would ever find herself in again.

A place she left behind at Barden.

Because once again, Chloe could see the signs. Once again, she was getting to know Beca.

And once again, Chloe was falling, falling, falling…

…even more helplessly than before.

And that in itself was complicated enough for her. She was crushed when Beca left, and yet she finds herself easily falling back in love with the same Beca she fell in love with before.

And the DJ doesn't even know it.

To make matters worse there was Eli.

It's not like she didn't care about him, and quite honestly it would be easier if she was dating Tom again. But the thing is, Eli and her, they were friends too. That's how it started in the first place. Chloe found herself alone in LA, and though she had friends at her workplace she didn't quite find anyone like Eli. Sure, they moved a bit fast once they finally started dating, with Chloe's initial hesitance at giving moving on a try, but…

…it was like he knew all the right words to say, the right things to do.

And Chloe knew, Aubrey was right.

He wasn't Beca.

And she could probably fall in love with him, really fall in love with him, if her heart wasn't Beca's to hold.

If the DJ didn't take it away with her.

What are you even thinking, Beale? she asked herself as she took a sip of her drink, her eyes were now scanning the room for Aubrey. She really needs to talk to someone about all of this. Luke's words were getting to her and she was starting to imagine a world with Beca again. A world where they were more than just friends. Where they could be…

…but…

…Beca, once again, represented an uncertainty. Chloe wasn't sure just exactly what the she felt for her. But Eli, she was safety, something stable and sure.

Most of all, Chloe wasn't sure if it was all just wishful thinking in her head, the possibility she was with Beca. And Chloe most definitely didn't want Beca to feel like she needed to fit into being the version of herself that Chloe had a relationship with. She was getting back on her own feet, her own stable ground, slowly building a life for her, the one she wanted.

They said if you love something set it free, and if it comes back then it's yours...

And Chloe couldn't help but wonder if this is what all of this was about.

The wedding was tomorrow, the guests were all starting to leave. Sooner than later she knew she should make her way home too. She went around the room, gave Amy the biggest hug of her life, and started to bid her goodbyes to the Bellas. Chloe was still keeping an eye out for Beca and an eye on Aubrey who was with Stacie and Luke. Maybe talking to her sooner than later was the best idea to have.

Chloe decided to head outside and wait for Aubrey there when she ran into Beca. She was parting ways with Cynthia Rose. Beca looked up and smiled, a little less awkward from how she was the whole day and a little more comfortable with things.

"I was just looking for you." they chorused and Beca let out a chuckled while Chloe brought a hand up tp her face to cover it as she laughed nervously.

"I think we need to talk." Beca said.

"That's never a good conversation starter, Mitchell." Chloe replied.

"Right." Beca then said, her eyes widening upon realizing what Chloe meant. "But I think it's long overdue? Like, I know we talk lot, and I know we've talked, somewhat. But I think there are still some things we need to talk about." Beca rambled a bit.

"Yeah, I think we do." Chloe agreed with all honesty. "But not tonight."

"Agreed." Beca then said. "I kind of also wanted to sort a few things in my headspace before."

"Definitely. I mean, same for me."

"Before I leave?" Beca then asked and Chloe nodded.

Beca smiled and looked up just in time to see Luke, Stacie, and Aubrey passing them by. Chloe noticed Beca, instantly reaching for Luke as she herself reached out for Aubrey.

Looks like they needed to talk to their number one confidantes.

"Looks like I'll be checking on Amy then, make sure she makes it through her solitary night alone before the wedding." Stacie then said just as Luke and Beca left. Beca was muttering something to her step-brother when she slipped a quick goodnight to Chloe, leaving her with Aubrey and Stacie alone.

"Sorry. Just really need to talk with this one." Chloe then said.

"Oh, you'll be able to talk a whole lot more with this one when we do move to LA. It's in the plans now that Stacie's adviser is moving universities and he seemed to be bringing his whole lab with him."

Stacie shrugged. "It's hard to find new students as good as us. I'll see you lovely ladies tomorrow." she said with a wink before turning around to leave.

"This is about Mitchell, isn't it?" Aubrey asked as soon as Stacie was gone and Chloe smiled an innocent looking smile. "Guess we're slowly getting back to our old ways then." Aubrey muttered and for Chloe couldn't help but laugh at how true it sounded, forgetting her worries for a short while.

A/N part 2: To my faithful readers, I do want to restate, I'm sorry for putting your emotions through the wringer with the story, but I can't just write fluff. I've gone through life seeing sadness and pain and seeing how it can sometimes turn into something beautiful and turn people into something stronger. I'm doing my best to give my heart into this fic and tell a story that, despite the many downs, would put the ups of life in such a perspective that makes them special to treasure because of the rarity of those simple and purely blissful moments. After chapter 20 the angst will stop and Eli's last mention will be in chapter 20 to give you an idea of sorts. I do want to thank you again, especially to those I've exchanged quite a few messages with, discussing the directions of my stories (past and present fics) and character progressions. You have made this whole experience fun and exciting and I have learned a lot from you. Sorry for ranting out below but I needed to respond to someone I can't PM.

This will be my last fic for a while for sure. My studies have started to take most of my time (hence the slow updates too) and will continue to do so in the foreseeable future. I am working on some other personal projects too and they keep me busy. But who knows, I might whip up something new somewhere down the road.

With that aside…

SPECIAL A/N to the asshole guest reader who keeps bugging me, in case you're still reading the updates:

I wasn't really planning to address any of your rudeness but here it goes. Do note, this is the only time you'll get the mention, because honestly you've said over and over again that you've quit reading this fic and yet here we are.

To answer you're first question, yes, I can moderate reviews. So yeah, I've read all you've had to say. While I do appreciate constructive criticism with my work, your comments were mostly on the personal level and were quite frankly rude. See, there's a difference if you don't like how I write my story because of my writing and your last few comments which were just basically you whining on why I'm taking the plot the direction I'm taking it and being all condescending and snarky because you think that makes you sound intelligible. I know, because I've been discussing things with a few people whenever I write stories, whether it's the plot, the level of angst and the obstacles along the way, etc. And they were helpful, they were honest and eager to give their opinions for the betterment and improvement of the writer and the story. You are not.

I know the story is very dramatic and angsty and heavy and hard to read because of the emotions, it's also hard to write, mind you. But I'm not writing fanfics for the hits or for the attention or for the popularity. I write fics to experiment with writing different things and genres and stories and sort of develop my own way of writing things. Maybe play around with common troupes and try to find ways to make them my own, or just experiment with different ways I can write scenarios and what nots. Writing is a hobby I like. I have my own musings and I want to explore them in the story, like on relationships and what nots. I also have things I've been through that I wanted to capture in words to express myself in fictional events with fictional characters to somewhat express my sentiments and get things off my chest, somewhat have a platform to tell what I've gotten from the experience. So yeah, if it's not your cup of tea, I understand, but do know you're not contractually obliged to finish this fic. I may not own the rights of the original characters but the content of the story in this fanfic is my own work and I know I'm not the best writer out there, but I'm going to write the story I want to write and share it with readers who would want to read them, no matter how many or few they are. I finished the last fic on a good enough note that you can just wait out and skip to the end of this fic if you still want to give it a go despite the angst warning and if you don't like what's happening in between. I've talked to readers who were worried about the heartbreak because they get really invested and all and we've talked things through, with me promising one of them to send a message when the angst is over and the story gets on the lighter note, and with me giving the full spoilers of what's going to happen in the story based on my outlines, still keeping a few details hush hush, but yeah.

So, you condescending asshole you, you might think you're omniscient, but you're not. I was going to write out the whole point of the things I'm doing and the directions I'm taking for my writing, talk things through like I did with some, but you're not worth explaining it to because let's face it, you won't bother. You've made up your mind and nothing I write would make any impact on what your opinions are. All I'm going to say is sometimes life is just messy and all sorts of broken. It isn't perfect. Sometimes it's just full on when it rains it pours… Sometimes we need to get broken into a million pieces to be remade into something more beautiful. Sometimes it's in the tragedies that we see and learn to appreciate what we have in life. And sometimes you get everything thrown at you just so that life can test what you're really made of, what the relationships you have with people are made of. Personally, my whole life pretty much revolved around hospitals and seeing loved ones get put through the wringer, not all of it getting a happy ending. That's where most of the things I write stem from. Experiences. Also, just wanted to say, this fic was inspired by two movies: 'The Vow' and 'One More Try'. I wanted to do my own take on the same premise as those two movies with my stories. So there's that too.

On another note, you said like seven chapters ago that you're quitting this fic. I'm not stopping you, I have no right to. If this isn't really something you don't want to read, I'm not going to force you. Like I said, it's a really hard story to read so far because of the sadness, pain, and heartbreak of the earlier chapters. This fic isn't meant to be just romance or fairytale with obstacles getting put in the way towards the middle or the big climax. I want to find my own way of storytelling and I want to deal with the hard stuff people think don't happen in real life even though they actually do sometimes. And I get that's not what a lot of people want to read, and that's okay for me. I'm always thankful for the few who do. But what I don't get is why you're still harassing me with every update. I thought you stopped reading it? Again, hard stuff losing your memories two weeks before the wedding but I've read more messed up fics at the start of me writing fanfics. One with Beca committing suicide after she broke up with Chloe and Chloe being too late (which, as hard as that was to read, is actually something that happens in real life). And there was also one where Beca had a secret deranged twin who abused Chloe and Chloe thought it was Beca (I really couldn't get passed the first few chapters of that one). So yeah, if facing the drama that life actually sometimes sends your way is too much and messed up for you then I'm sorry for ruining the image of the perfect life you must have.

Honestly, just stop being a massive asshole is what I want to say. Respect that some people want to do things you don't necessary agree with, like me taking this story in the direction I want to take it. And if you really need to hash it out, I'd gladly talk things through with you, have a mature debate of the things I want to explore with the story. I have a tumblr (thehypotensivegrad), message me on anon if you will, I can reply to those and we can talk about why I'm writing what I'm writing, instead of you seething somewhere, being venomous and rude, and quite frankly a little bit of an obsessive bully, that you're not getting what you wanted to get from me and this story.

Kudos to you too because with fics aside, you're the only one I've personally ever called an ass/asshole. Achievement unlocked I guess.

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