Hold Up, I Love You?

Sixteen.

(Chloe's POV)

I never wanted to end things with Beca. Never. 
But hearing all the things Aubrey told me about her, and then seeing the way Aubrey looks at her... I don't know... I felt like she wasn't mine anymore. Not Aubrey's either, just not mine.
Beca is Beca's. And I just feel like I have to let her be Beca's for a little bit, because I need to just be Chloe's for a little bit as well.

We just need time to separate, and I know she'd never go out with Aubrey, and if she truly loves me then she will wait for me to be ready to take her back. Right? 

Running usually clears my head, but this run isn't helping whatsoever. All I can think about is Beca. Which isn't unusual, but it seems more than usual today. 
I ran into the campus cafe and got on line for my daily latte. I took a deep breath, trying to balance out my heartbeat, but the second I heard her laugh my heartbeat began racing again. I turned around and saw Beca, a huge smile on her face, her blue-green eyes lit up as she laughed, and her dark hair fell down her back, the highlights glistening in the sun that creaked through the window shutters. I felt the smile that had creeped onto my face involuntarily fall as my eyes met who she was laughing with. 
Aubrey.

My heart sank and I felt myself wanting to run away. "Are you going to move up and order your coffee, or are you just gonna continue to stare at that weird lesbian couple?" a girl on the line snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at her then looked to the barista and moved forward. "Fuckin' homophobe." the girl muttered.

I ignored the girl and got my coffee, then tried to sneak out of the cafe without getting noticed by Aubrey and Beca. I was rushing out, but stopped dead in my tracks when they did what I never thought I'd see them do. Again.
Beca had her hand cupping Aubrey's cheek, and Aubrey had her arm snaked around Beca's shoulders, as their lips connected. A smile was still in the corner of Aubrey's mouth as she kissed my Beca, but Beca's lips looked almost carelessly placed atop of Aubrey's. No matter what, they were there and I felt a certain pain in my stomach seeing this picture that seemed to be painted in front of me. I never knew how deeply you can feel such a pain without actual physical contact. But here I am, wanting to crawl into a hole and die, yet all I can do is stand here and look at these two...

Aubrey and Beca finally pulled away from each other, Aubrey having that same smile on her face, as if it was the best kiss she ever experienced. Beca, on the other hand, instantly looked to me. Her eyes seemed almost apologetic. "Chlo... Chloe, what are you doing here?" Beca asked.

"I come here every morning... You... You told me that when I was trying to get back into my schedule... remember?" I told her, my voice almost cracking. "Are you two..?"

"Yep! Since you left, Beca has taken a liking to me. We spent all yesterday afternoon just chatting, and kissing, and- Oh I'm sure you don't want to hear the rest of it." Aubrey gushed. "Do you want to sit with us?"

"No... No I... I um have something I've gotta do." I lied. I made my way out of the cafe and walked towards a familiar large oak tree. I sat underneath it and sipped my coffee. 

"I'm sorry you saw that." I heard her voice, not far behind me. I turned to see her standing there, fidgeting with her hands, looking at literally everything but me, and tapping her foot. "I... I know you-"

"It's fine. I'm sure you and Aubrey are very happy together." I nodded. "Um, you and I still need to get... Get that divorce. You know?"

"What! What, wait, why?" Beca looked scared and quickly sat beside me. "Why do we have to do that?"

I kinked my eyebrow, "Well... We're not together anymore. You're with Aubrey." 

"No I'm not!" Beca let out. She went to say something, then shook her head. "Chloe. Can we just stop playing all of these God damn games? I'm in love with you, you're in love with me, and we're married. And we're gonna stay married! Love doesn't just end like this, it doesn't die, it keeps going because we do. Till death do us part, right? Right."