Lost hope

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Beca's P.O.V
I hear Chloe singing. The beautiful sound of she passionate voice. Usually that sounds would make my spine shiver but right now I feel nothing. I feel nothing but the emptiness of my chest were my heart used to be. Chloe knew me so well but yet so little . In a time of weakness she picked a song  that match beautifully the moment in a way. She knew hoe much I loved it. I took a step and turned around to face her.
" why? Why are you here?"I said in a calm cold tone.
"Beca I'm here because i-I love you" she said with a confident smile.
I laugh. It was a cold laugh.
"That's bullshit Chloe. You don't love me. You just can bare the thought that you never realize what I was in pain. You can't bare the thought that you were so occupied with yourself that you couldn't realize what was going on around you. So you are here lying to my face hopping that I believe you. So that I wouldn't jump and so that you can feel good about yourself. Unfortunately that's not how real life work that's only your fantasy world Chloe." I said looking directly into her eyes staying freakishly calm.
"No no that's not true!" She said with tears felling up her eyes.
I smiled. " of Course it is Chloe! Look at me I'm disgustingly skinny and I am full of scars. I don't do anything fun anymore I don't write music or editing anymore. I haven't been happy in months." I said calmly.
" I don't care about that I love you for you." Chloe says with a shaky voice.
"do you say that to Chicago often?" I asked.
"beca please!" She cried. " I love you and I think you are beautiful in every way! Truly!" She exclaimed.
" Chloe hun it's ok get back to the party. Tell them I when back home or that you didn't find me. Get married to Chicago. Make a family and never look back... please." I said very very calmly. "it's ok I promise" I added. I turned around looked at the beautiful sky and relax by taking a few breaths. I admired how beautiful this world looked . I took a nice deep breath of fresh air. I looked at the ocean and listened to the waves and how beautiful they sounded. I look at how beautiful the reflection of the moon was. Then I just let myself go let myself fall....

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