It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul

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It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul
Summary
The one where Chloe is oblivious, getting married, and happy and Beca is really, really hurting.Can the two of them get through the hurt, and obstacles to really be happy? Or will it be too hard to take that jump?
Note
I wrote this because obviously I like breaking my own heart. Let me know if you want this carried on or whatever, not too sure.
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Please don't run

A few hours after falling asleep, Beca woke up in a confused daze before suddenly remembering where she was and why she was here.

‘Fuck’ She whispered, a wistful look on her face. ‘Tell me it was all just a dream?’

‘Sorry Becs.’ Jesse shrugged, he’d moved so she had the sofa to herself, a blanket had been placed over her.

She winced, sitting up and staring straight ahead. ‘Why would I even…why?’

Before Jesse could reply, a loud knock on the door startled the pair. Beca frowned, and pulled the blanket around her as Jesse went and opened it.

‘Where’s Beca?’ A voice that Beca recognised as Stacie’s asked.

Jesse shook his head. ‘She doesn’t want to see anyone.’

‘Please. I need to see her.’ The tall brunette begged, and then raised her voice slightly so Beca could hear her. ‘Beca, come on, please?’

Beca clenched her jaw. ‘I’m really not in the mood Stace.’

‘You need to speak to Chloe.’ She told her firmly.

‘I’ve said everything I need to say Stacie. You heard, what else is left for me to say?’ Beca had walked to the door by now, facing her friend. ‘I’ve ruined our friendship, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of all of you guys, there’s no coming back from this.’

Stacie sighed. ‘None of that is true smalls.’

Beca rolled her eyes are the response and the nickname. ‘It is, now if you don’t mind I’m going to binge watch a TV show with Jesse and pretend my life isn’t over.’

Stacie realised she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Beca right now so she shrugged. ‘Okay. I’ll see you soon Becs.’

Closing the door behind her, Beca dragged herself back to the sofa and wrapped the blanket back around her; watching Jesse put the TV on for distraction.

‘I just need to not think so a while okay?’ Beca said quietly. ‘Could we just have some dumb comedy on or something.’

‘Sure thing.’ Jesse replied tentatively.

The next morning…

‘Morning.’ Jesse greeted the worn out looking girl that had just entered the kitchen.

‘Coffee.’ Beca said, grabbing the cup he had made for her. ‘Thanks dude.’

‘No problem.’ He shrugged. ‘So, I was wondering…’

Beca raised an eyebrow.

‘Do you want me to take you home? I mean, either to go and work it all out, or just grab some things so you can stay here a few nights?’ Jesse asked cautiously. ‘I’m not saying you need to go, it’s just that the longer you wait to talk to them all…’

‘I know.’ She sighed heavily. ‘It’s just hard to even think about right now.’

‘Well, I can take you back and then you can decide?’

She nodded slowly. ‘Okay.’

A couple hours later…

Beca and Jesse sat in the car outside the Bella’s house. Beca had been trying to breathe but it turns out that it’s quite a hard thing to do when you’re freaking out.

‘It’ll be fine.’ Jesse said in an attempt to comfort the brunette.

Beca nodded, unsure of herself, and got out of the car, slowly making her way to the front door. Letting herself in, she took a deep breath and walked into the lounge.

‘Finally. We were worried about you Beca.’ Stacie said as soon as she had entered the room.

Beca looked around to see everyone but Chloe there.

She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or upset.

‘Sorry.’ She said, looking at the floor.

‘How are you doing?’ She asked quietly.

Beca scoffed slightly. ‘You mean for someone who just lost her best friend, embarrassed herself in front of the rest of my friends and looks like an asshole for telling Chloe that I love her when she’s engaged? Yeah, I’m good.’

‘You haven’t lost me.’ A voice came from behind her.

Beca’s head turned so fast, her eyes took a second to focus on the redhead stood in front of her, eyes slightly red and puffy; matching Beca’s.

‘I-erm.’ Beca stuttered. ‘Chlo, I don’t know what to say to you.’

‘Me neither.’ Chloe smiled sadly. ‘But what I do know is that I don’t want to lose you okay? Please don’t run again Beca.’

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