8 Years Later ✔️

Chapter 15

In Berlin, Beca would be sat on the private jet the label had sent to take her to Italy for the next show on her world tour. She'd be sat on the plane with her band, Sam and Sheila her publicist who was currently on the phone to someone.

Beca would sigh as she'd get comfy in her seat. Looking up to see Mack, her guitarist, sat opposite her reading a magazine her eyes would be drawn to the front cover which had a spread about her and Chloe again.

She'd stare out the window pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes as she'd start to think about Chloe and Alex. Looking back at the magazine she'd get frustrated and would snatch it from his hands and throw it on the floor next to her. Mack would look back at her shocked and confused before glancing over at Sam who was sat next to Beca.

She'd lower the cap she had on her head as she'd stare back down at the floor, ignoring everyone around her. Hearing Sam clear his throat she'd look up to see him turn in his seat and lean across the aisle to whisper.

"Beca, why are you doing this to yourself?", he'd shake his head a little as he'd watch Beca tap her foot impatiently on the floor.

Beca would try and act casual as she'd shrug her shoulders looking back at Sam, "What? I'm not doing anything"

"What the heck happened when you were at home?", he'd ask her noticing her jaw tense a little now.

"He almost died because of me Sam", Beca would look down at floor now avoiding eye contact with her manager.

"Who?"

"Alex!", Beca would look up at her manager as she'd sigh and feel guilty again. "We were all about to have dinner in the backyard, and...", Beca could feel herself getting upset as she'd think back to that afternoon, "Alex just started chokin' and I just, I froze", she'd look back at Sam again who was watching and listening intently. "I was paralysed by it. I'm not...", she'd shake her head as she'd continue to rant, "I'm not a fully-formed human being, Sam. I'm just not"

"Beca, you froze with Alex because you love him", Sam would interrupt her now.

Beca would sigh again as she'd look at the floor thinking about Alex, shaking her head. "He could've died, Sam"

"But he didn't die, Beca", he'd notice a tear fall down the singer's face now. "And, look, we all mess up sometimes, Beca, but it's what you do after that counts. You show up and you be there", Sam would look away and move his eyesight to the ceiling of the plane that was still sat in the airport bay.

"Hey, you know what?", Sam would tap Beca's arm to get her attention again. "The whole time I managed you, you ain't been nothin', but a big idiot, you know that?", he'd watch Beca smirk and nod her head.

"Yeah", she'd agree with him.

"Yeah, it's true. And I get it. I do. There are far better women than you out there, no doubt", he'd try and get a reaction from Beca.

"Mmhmm", Beca would continue to agree, still not looking at him.

"But guess what", he'd notice her head drop again. "Chloe doesn't love them, Beca. She loves you. And lucky for her, dude, because you love her too"

Beca would look up from the floor, thinking about Chloe now. She'd think about the mistake of walking away from Chloe the first time and the miracle of a second chance she got to see her and fall in love with her all over again. Beca would look over to Sam next to her, smiling at him before she'd shoot up from her chair.

"Sheila!", she'd call out for her publicist, noticing Sam stand up behind her.

"Yeah?", her publicist would end the phone call she was on and turn around to see Beca walking down the plane towards her.