Chapter 6

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"Chloe?!" I heard my name being yelled from downstairs. But I didn't move. I didn't speak. I didn't care. "Chloe, where are you!?" I knew it was Aubrey. It's so easy to tell. And I wanted to quick crying before she found me, but I couldn't. I've tried 10 different times to stop crying. But I can't. The tears just keep coming and honestly, I've given up trying. Suddenly I heard the door try to be able. Then I heard it be unlock. Dang it.  

"Aubrey, I found her!" Amy shouted. I heard feet run up the stairs. "What happened to my room?" I didn't answer Amy. I couldn't. I feel the presence of someone sit down next to me.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" She asks. I keep my head down. I feel her wrap her arms around me and pull me close. After a couple minutes I stopped crying, sort of. I leaned up and handed Aubrey the letter Beca left for everyone. The one that was just directed towards me I kept in my pocket. Aubrey read it and sighed. "Chloe it's going to be okay. Beca's in a coma. She'll wake up." Amy comes over and grabs the letter from Aubrey.

"Not to ruin this little moment, but um..Chloe you have blood running down your leg," Fat Amy says and then walks out of the room with the letter. I remember my leg bleeding and look down at it.

"Jesus, Chloe," Aubrey mumbled. "Stay right here." She got up and went into the bathroom. I laid against the bed. Aubrey comes back and sits down by my feet. She begins to pour rubbing alcohol on the cut and I bite my lip trying to hold back from screaming. She then wraps a bandage around it. I look at at her.

"Will Beca wake up?" I ask out of the blue. Aubrey looks up, meeting my eyes.

"I don't know, Chloe," Aubrey spoke truthfully. "I really wish she does. It's not the same without her." I nod, agreeing.

"I miss her Aubrey," I whisper, closing my eyes and dropping my head.

"I know. We all do."

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I walked into the hospital and made my way to Beca's room. I walked through the waiting room to see a little boy sitting there. He was looking down and his eyes were shut. I look down, but before I do I see a man walk over to him and sit down beside him. He wraps his arms around the little boy and kisses the top of his head. I give a small, side smile and walk on. I make it to Beca's room and stop. I walk in several moments later and see Emily asleep on the couch in the back corner of the hospital room. I give a small smile. I walk over to Beca, though and sit down in the chair next to her. I grab her hand and hold it in mine.

"You know what you did was stupid, Bec. I found the letters and I lost it," I pause, biting my lip. "I might've destroyed your and Amy's room in frustration but I've calmed down. And I came here to tell you... I love you too." I feel myself tear up once again. "And I've loved you since the first day I met you. To the moment we shared in the shower. To being really close in the tent with each other and then feeling your breasts. I loved every single moment spent with you. The big ones and even the small ones. We might argue at times, but that's what people do. We're not perfect, Beca." I pause and look at her closed eyes. I put my hand on her cheek and rub my thumb back and forth. "You're my Jack. And I'm your Rose. Without you Beca I'm drowning. I'm sinking somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. I don't want to live without you. I'm having these tiny voices in my head and I can't sleep. I can't listen to music without thinking of you. Because I'm in love with you. Your love is sunshine, wild, free, and fun. And just like you, I can put down my defenses. You're my world, Beca Mitchell. So wake up. For me."

I sit there and pull my hand away from her face and just held her hand. I held her hand and just stared at her. I felt arms wrap around me and I knew it was Emily.

"I knew it," She whispered. I look to the right of me to lock eyes with her. "You loved her and she loved you." I looked over at Beca and looked down.

"I've been hurting for a long while," I whisper. "Wanting to tell her how much I loved her...but...but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. And she's had the same problem. Now look." I look up and look at Beca. "And now i'm still hurting."



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