Chapter 20

Chloe's POV

Anger takes over as I walk the path, Beca following behind me. My hands are clenched into fist and my chest heaves as I fume. How dare she offer herself as what, a sacrifice? Does she want to die? Do I mean anything to her? She was so willing to go and throw herself to the wolves without any thought about me. Does she know what would happen to me if she got hurt or died? I don't even know. All I do know is that I'm pissed and ready for an explanation.

I run the rest of the way to the pond, trying to shed some of the anger but when I turn to see Beca right behind me, it flares up again. We stand at the edge of the pond, a few feet apart, in silence while I get my thoughts together.

"Chloe, if I did anything-"

"If you did anything?" I whip towards her, shouting. "You did something alright. You offered yourself up to die. If they got ahold of you, they would kill you."

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sneaky. They might not catch me and anyway, as far as we know, Reed has no idea I'm onto him." Beca shrugs, her hands stuffed in her pockets. I clench my teeth as my blood boils and my breathing gets even faster thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen if she got caught.

"It's a pretty good chance that you would get caught and I don't know what I would do," my voice breaks and it's like everything hits me at once. I fall to my knees and bawl. Every loss I've ever dealt with, every betrayal, everything I've held in, swarms me.

"Chloe?" Beca rushes over to me, falling to the ground and pulling me onto her lap. "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay."

"No it's not," I sob, wrapping my arms around her. "If I lose you, I couldn't handle it and you want to willingly put yourself in danger. Do I mean anything to you?"

"How could you ask that? You mean everything to me. I only suggested doing that because if a war started, we could lose everything. I could lose you and I wouldn't be able to handle that. I'm sorry I didn't think to talk to you before suggesting it. All I could think about was you and didn't even realize that you were doing the same."

"I've lost so much and after all these years, I am still here. I just know that if something were to happen to you, it would be my breaking point. Beca, you're it for me. You're my life."

"You're my life as well, but the only way for our future to be guaranteed is to figure out how to stop this war. I need you to believe that I can do this. Chlo, I love you." Her saying those words make me cry harder. I know she feels the same way I do, but it's hard to let her do this.

"Please let us look at other possibilities before you do this."

"Of course," Beca places her hand on my cheek, smiling at me. "I'm sorry for not thinking about you more."

"We were both thinking about each other, just in different ways. You were thinking more about the future, which I love. Even if this war ends up happening, I believe that we can make it through it. Our love can beat anything."

"We're just that badass," Beca jokes and I laugh. "Baby, I can do this- we can do this. I know we can."

"I know. I love you." I sit up and kiss her. It starts out gentle but quickly becomes more passionate. We fall to the ground, tangled up in each other. Beca ends up on top of course and before I know it, her shirt's off.

"Beca, we're out in public."

"You heard what my mom said. No one comes back here." Her lips smash against mine again and she presses into my body. My hands grasp her waist and I push her up.

"You called her your mom," I state and Beca sighs, flipping her hair out of her face.

"That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"What? I just noticed it." I grin, knowing how much my stalling is bugging her. Little does she know, it's taking everything in my power to not just devour her. A little breeze hits us, but the heat our bodies generate doesn't allow it to pass.

"You're something special, you know that." Beca laughs and kisses my neck. I push her up again and she groans. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to shake things up a bit." Beca frowns at me in confusion and I grin. With her being distracted, I flip her onto her back, placing myself on top of her. She laughs, a beautiful melody to my ears and for a little while, we drown ourselves in each other. For a moment, everything and everybody else is forgotten.

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On the way back to the house, I decide to take the chance and talk to Beca about her health. She doesn't take it too well.

"Chloe, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"It's my job. I'm your mate, remember? I can't do anything else but worry about you." Our hands swing as we walk and I squeeze it, desperate for Beca to talk to me. Surprisingly, it works.

"Honestly, I can't really tell you much. I don't know what's happening to me. It seems like everytime I get stressed or have some sort of extreme emotion, I start to feel nasty. My head starts to hurt like a bitch and my stomach threatens to lose everything I've eaten."

"What do you think it is?"

"Stress maybe. I don't think it's that serious." The false note in Beca's voice doesn't help to convince me and she knows it.

"What if we mention it to your parents? They might have a doctor available to help you."

"I don't know," Beca draws out. "Not with everything going on."

"What if you see one after things calm down a bit, if you're still having issues?" Beca nods and I let out a sigh of relief. I finally allow myself to take in how beautiful it is here and how stunning the pond was.

"After all this, what do you think about moving here?" My words make Beca pause and she looks at me, love shining in her eyes.

"Really? Where would we live?"

"I don't think your parents would mind us building a house by the pond maybe."

"That would be amazing," Beca squeezes my hand and starts walking again. "Not to mention no one would be able to hear us."

"That's all you think about isn't it?" I laugh and Beca puts her hands up in mock surrender.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. How do you know I wasn't talking about blasting music?"

"Because it's you," I giggle and Beca grins.

"Well anyway, that's a great idea." We approach her parents house and of course Beca has to say one more thing before we go inside. "Just so you know, I would make it my mission to make someone hear you."

"You couldn't make me scream that loud."

"Wanna bet?" Beca grins and goes inside, leaving me standing with my mouth open. How does she always manage to do that?

A/N- What do you guys think so far? Is Chloe enough to keep Beca from running into danger? Is their love and lives more important than finding a way to stop this war? Or the better question, is their love enough to stop this war? Please leave me your thoughts. Thank you for keeping with me and I hope you're enjoyingit as much as I am!