Blue Friday

Friends Forever

"I longed for her, divine under the moonlight, eyes glimmering like the stars, lips as sweet as the forbidden nectar and I wept. For a goddess could never love a mortal"

"Is there somebody else? Is that what this is about?"

Eyes that she used to love now look at her accusingly. Now there's anger and she used to fear them. Well, not anymore.

"No, it's not. It's me, it's you and this toxic air between us," she answers without missing a beat, her voice steady and calm.

"I can't do this anymore, Matt. I'm sorry."

"You and me? Are you sure about that? When here you are choosing your beloved producer over me?" he spits out, jaw flexing and veins growing visible in compressed rage.

"You better chose your next words carefully," her eyes suddenly flash with anger, anger at his jab at the one person whose soul is as beautiful as a melody so ethereal. She doesn't deserve to be caught up in this.

He's acting up like he had been unfairly treated just because she wouldn't do what he wants. So he aims his attack on someone else.

Someone so dear to her.

This was about them. Him. He doesn't see it, where they've gone wrong. Where he's gone wrong.

He's pushed her buttons now and she tries to reign in whatever control she has left but it spills.

"Because right now I'd rather choose someone who actually cares about me and what I love than someone who just keeps using me out of his thirst for fame."

Someone who makes her feel weightless, free and safe, and not just a means to an end, a bridge he could use to reach the top.

A look of hurt paints her features at the thought. She wants to cry but she holds it in. He doesn't deserve her tears. Not anymore.

"That's not what—"

"Oh please stop, let's not kid ourselves here. I did everything for you. I gave up—" she pauses, swallowing down the lump in her throat. What use is it to bring it up anyway?

"I gave up so much just to prove to you that I'm here to stay for the long run. I've given so much to the point that I don't know who I am anymore but you... you wouldn't do the same," she slowly shakes her head. "And still you want more..." she sucks in all the air she can, reminding herself to hold on.

"This right here, this is your answer," she stamps down. "I'm tired of it, all your twisted words and manipulating ways. I'm done," she breathes out, a sardonic smile on her face.

"You can have the apartment. We both paid for it. But I'm leaving with my car. I bought it after all," she grabs the car keys amidst his shouts of protests.

He reminds her of a child throwing a tantrum.
Without even flinching at the sound of crashing and breaking, she heads for the door, pausing when he starts throwing things at the wall and shouting nonsense threats.

"Don't hurt yourself," she coldly says before casually picking up the cat crate by the door.

"Let's go, Mallows. It's too dusty in here."

  "So, it's like live sessions. More intimate and up close. Tickets will be limited so people are going to be fighting for that. We can shoot a short advertisement for it," Chloe says as she walks with Beca into the Amplify building.

The producer takes off her sunglasses as soon as they are covered from the morning sun, eyes zooming to the open elevator. She nods to Chloe's words, deep in thought.