Chloe Beale was writing on her diary like every evening. She liked evenings, everything got quiet and comfy in the evenings. Her red locks were tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her favorite pjs (light blue with little pink flowers all over the pants and the buttoned-up shirt) of course she was also wearing her purple hairy slippers. She loved her slippers. Sitting cross-legged on the chair, she was leaning over her desk, illuminated by a modest little lamp.

"...an eternal flame..." she muttered the song in her head while making a pause in the writing. A sad smile decorated her face, remembering. It was sad, yes... but it was helping her heal. She started writing everything about her life at Barden when she wouldn't leave the apartment, some months ago. Everything seemed nice in L.A... The new job was amazing, she was welcomed with open arms, the kids were sweet and talented, her best friend was staying with her until she could settle down... but all that only lasted one week. After that she couldn't deny it any longer and reality hit her like an iceberg hit the Titanic. And just like the Titanic she felt a crack and started sinking slowly, feeling lost as her lungs were unable to breath. It was actually a horrible feeling and it happened in the street, while she was walking to work. Aubrey picked up the phone right away and rescued the crying Chloe from the entrance of some building where she was sitting. She rescued her again. The redhead felt so lucky to have a friend like Aubrey, she really was her strength, the rock to hold on to in tough times... and that's why the blonde never left.

They gave Chloe a different job since then, instead of teaching the kids she was in charge of choosing and editing the songs, then sending them to the assistants... it was a temporary solution for her problem and she wasn't sure of how much patience they would have for her, but still it was a good solution and she was thankful. That way she could still work and keep her mind busy, in the safety of her apartment. It was hard to go out and meet people. Chloe didn't feel good around people anymore, she changed so much and Aubrey was really concerned about her best friend, who had always been outgoing and friendly. So the blonde had the idea of reminding Chloe about her true self, the cheerful redhead she had met at Barden University, the crazy dreamy Bella. She was so glad it really seemed to be working for Chloe, and slow changes could be seen. First her friend started to sing again, she would smile more, and slowly walk outside. Usually Aubrey had to walk with her everywhere, but lately she would make it to the supermarket (two blocks away) on her own. That was until 4 days ago, when Beca Mitchell was there. The country must have thousands of supermarkets and she had to be there at the exact moment Chloe was... Since then Chloe didn't go back to the beginning, but she did take some steps back in her recovery.

The therapy she was using was also getting harder, because she got to writing the part of Barden when Beca comes in... With a sigh she decided to stop for the day, left her pen carefully next to the diary and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Hey, Bree. You didn't tell me you got home." Chloe said when she saw her friend leaning against the counter.

"Oh hi, Chlo. I thought you were sleeping." Aubrey replied, drinking a sip of white wine.

"I was writing... Aubrey is that wine? Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, had a long day. How's it going with the writing?"

"It goes slower than before... you know." Chloe paused, looking at her feet. "Hey but where have you been all day?"

"Just working Chloe." Aubrey lied. "What's with the interrogatory?" She smiled at her friend to release some tension and Chloe poked her shoulder. "Chlo, this was in the mailbox" Aubrey lied again, handing an envelope to the ginger, who left her empty glass on the counter and reached out.

"Is it for me?" She asked, and froze for an instant when she read From Beca to Chloe written on the envelope. She immediately looked into Aubrey's eyes, confused and expecting to find anger, or surprise, or advice, or anything...

"Relax, breathe deeply sweetie. It is your choice to make. You decide if and when you want to read it. No pressure, no judgment. Just take your time." Aubrey said while hugging Chloe reassuringly. The redhead nodded on her shoulder.

3 hours ago...

"Do you want to kill her? You cannot come to our apartment all of a sudden! It's the only place where she feels safe!"

"But what can I do then?"

"You have to approach her slowly, she has to let you in... what about a letter?"

"Aubrey, my writing skills are lame..."

"So? You have to make an effort, Beca. You really want her back or not?"

"Yes!"

"Ok then, write a letter. But just don't overwhelm her, you know? Write something nice and short, as a first step."

"Fine I will do that."

"Hello, what are you waiting for?" Aubrey said after a short silence.

"What, now?" Beca asked.

"Duh, you wanna wait another year?" The blonde snapped. She knew it was rude. She loved it.

Beca stood up and asked the waiter for a pen and some paper. Aubrey sighed and decided to sacrifice one of the envelopes she had in her bag, for a good cause like this one.

It took a long time for Beca to start writing. Feelings had always been a hard topic for her, and it was harder with Aubrey watching, so she asked the blonde to leave her alone for a while. Aubrey rolled her eyes and walked to the toilet, deciding to spend that time fixing her makeup. When she came back feeling bored after 10 minutes, Aubrey saw Beca was already writing, tears falling down her cheeks. She stopped walking and chose to sit at the bar and chat with the waiter there, leaving Beca some extra space.

10 more minutes passed and the brunette wiped away the last tears folding the paper and putting it inside the envelope. Aubrey saw this and sat with Beca again.

"Is it done?" The blonde asked while Beca wrote 'From Beca to Chloe' on the envelope and then handed it over.

"Won't you read it?" She asked, noticing that Aubrey was putting the envelope carefully inside her bag at once.

"Of course not, this is between you and Chloe." The blonde answered, making Beca smile shyly. She was actually smiling, she felt hope for the first time in a year.

"Ok hobbit, don't get your hopes up yet. My friend can be a hell of a bitch when she is hurt and angry. This thing is gonna be slow... and let's hope it works." Aubrey allowed herself a tiny smile too, almost imperceptible, but Beca saw it. Her eyes got teary again as the blonde walked away.

Present time...

Aubrey pulled back from the hug to smile at her best friend again. She really was exhausted, it had been a long day and she had certainly had overload of Beca's annoying voice. She sighed and asked if the ginger was ok. Chloe nodded.

"I'm fine Bree, it's only a paper. You can go rest, I'll get going in a bit and yes, I'll let you know if I need you." The redhead said before the blonde could speak. "Seriously Bree, you're the best friend anybody could wish for, but you need your rest cause you're getting wrinkly." She added with a little smile so her friend wouldn't worry too much.

Aubrey played the game, returning the smile and nodding. "Good night" she whispered, walking to her room. She hid in the shades of the hallway though, watching as her best friend stood still, reading the envelope again before tossing it in the trash.

Beca was already in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. She sat up at once when she heard the beep from her phone announcing a new text. It was from Aubrey, she read it anxiously.

Told you, letter 1 is in the trash. Good luck.

With a sigh she got up and walked to her desk. On her way back from the coffee shop she had bought everything necessary to write more letters for Chloe and the things were on her desk, ready to use. Letter number two was on the making.