The way there’s only one day left of this and I’m sad, it’s been so fun some angst

The way there’s only one day left of this and I’m sad, it’s been so fun some angst for today because why not ldjfgdlgd please don’t hate me…Also on AO3!!! || MasterpostFEBRUARY DRABBLES, DAY TWENTY SEVEN - ENVELOPEThere was a soft knock at the door as Beca sat on the couch, turning the envelope in her fingers. This was the last thing she had expected to see today, to see at all quite frankly but here it was, waiting on her doormat as she entered her apartment. “Come in.” Beca mumbled, not bothering to get off the couch as she wiped at her cheeks with her sleeve. She knew who it was, she’s texted them the minute she had seen the envelope, knowing that they would come over and help her get very drunk to deal with this.The door opened and Beca heard footsteps across the hardwood floor towards and the soft thunk of a bottle as it was set on the coffee table in front of her. Nothing was said as two glasses were retrieved, the bottle of tequila uncorked, and one of the glasses set in front of Beca. Beca picked up and downed it quickly, wincing at the taste and the way it burned her throat as she sat the glass down and found it refilled in a matter of seconds.“Jesus, you could have at least brought the good tequila, that stuff tastes like crap.” Beca grumbled.“Yeah but it gets you drunk quicker.” Stacie smirked, shaking her head a little, “I can’t believe she’s going through with it.”“She loves him.” Beca shrugged, sniffing again as she reached for her refilled glass, “She made that really clear last time I saw her.”“Not like she loved you Beca…” Stacie sighed, “You should see them together, it’s just… so fake. But she’s marrying him because she’s Chloe and she’s making it work because she knows how much he loves her. And she’s still carrying the guilt of the night from last year.”“Did she tell him about it?” Beca mumbled, running her hand through her hair as she sagged back into the sofa, “She said she was going to, but when he didn’t show up to beat the crap out of me I wasn’t sure if she had.”“She did.” Stacie nodded, pausing for a moment, “Aubrey says they almost split up over it. But then Chicago turned up the next day after storming out with a bouquet of peonies and told Chloe that it didn’t matter, that he forgave her because he loved her…”Beca scoffed loudly, shaking her head, “Fuck… peonies are her favourite man, the guy has moves I’ll give him that.”“What happened that night Beca?” Stacie asked softly, watching as Beca refilled her glass and downed it, pursing her lips together.“Um… Chloe and I had gone out, she’d passed her vet school finals and I’d just secured a huge producing contract for Khaled so we were celebrating. We got really drunk and I suggested she crashed here until the morning because it was closer than her place. And then… I don’t know Stace, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been drunk around Chloe and hiding the way I felt… the way I feel about her, but something about that was different…”Beca shook her head as tears began to roll down her cheeks, chewing at her bottom lip as she stared at the ornate envelope in front of her.“She kissed me Stace. I would never have made the first move, I’m not that guy but… I didn’t stop it either. Suddenly we were in my bed and naked and I… I should have stopped it but I’ve wanted it for so fucking long and I just… I let it happen. And the worst part? It was incredible, I’ve never had that connection with anyone before, no-one makes me feel like Chloe did and I hate myself for that. Because the look on her face that morning when we woke up… when I all but begged her to leave him because I loved her… god she hated me then. It should never have happened, it’s all my fault…”“Oh Becs…” Stacie sighed softly, wrapping her arm around Beca’s shoulders as she gently pulled her into a hug, Beca sobbing bitterly into her chest, “It’s not just on you. There were two of you in that bedroom, there’s been two of you all along… I’m sorry that you’ve got the shit end of the stick.”“Why did she invite me to the wedding Stace?” Beca wept, “Does she really hate me that much? Does she just want to torture me?”“No…”Beca and Stacie’s heads whipped around to look at the door. It had been opened so quietly that neither of them had noticed, Chloe stood in the doorway with her hands twisting together in front of her, tears in her eyes.“No I really don’t Beca. I’m sorry… I-”“What… what’re you doing here Chlo?” Beca sniffed hard as she got a little unsteadily to her feet. Stacie watched on silently, waiting to see if she needed to intervene for either of her friend’s sakes, “I haven’t seen you in nearly a year, your fucking wedding invitation just turned up on my doorstep, and now you just show up? What do you want from me?!”“I don’t know…” Chloe whispered, eyes falling to the floor, “I- I just wanted to explain…”“Explain what?!” Beca was yelling now, frustration evident in every line of her, “You made things really fucking clear that morning when I told you that I loved you, that I’d always loved you, and you backed away from like I was some kind of leper and told me not to contact you again. So what more could you possibly have to say?”“I shouldn’t have… I didn’t know how to react.” Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat as she sniffed again, “I was so ashamed and embarrassed and… that’s not how I wanted it to be for us…”“Yeah well I’m sorry that the whole thing was so shameful for you.” Beca spat, arms crossing over her chest, “It’s not exactly my fondest memory either Chlo.”“I don’t want you to not be in my life Beca…” Chloe lifted her gaze to look at Beca, hating the pain she saw in every line of Beca’s face, “I want- I want-”“That’s the problem Chloe.” Beca shook her head, jaw clenched tight, “You don’t know what you want. Does Chicago even know that you’re here? That you invited me to the wedding?!”“N-no.” Chloe stammered, “But I don’t even know if there’s going to be a wedding-”“Jesus CHRIST Chloe!” Beca threw her hands in the air as she scoffed, angry tears pouring anew down her cheeks, “What the hell are you doing?! If you don’t want to marry him then go and tell him that, don’t sneak over here to tell me, what kind of games are you playing with me? Why, WHY are you doing this to me?! Why are you getting my hopes up all over again just to go back to him and marry him and live happily ever after while I… what, watch from the corner?!”“Beca-” Chloe was crying as she took a step forward, Beca backing away from her as she shook her head again.“Get out.”“Beca-”“GET THE FUCK OUT CHLOE!” Beca roared, hands clenched tight into fists, “GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT, OUT OF MY LIFE, JUST GET OUT, GET OUT!”Stacie got to her feet and stepped between Beca and Chloe as Chloe tried to move towards Beca again, shaking her head softly as Beca turned her back on them both.“Go Chloe.” Stacie’s voice was emotionless but firm, “Go home.”Chloe pursed her lips but nodded, leaving Beca’s apartment and letting the door slam shut behind her. Beca slumped to her knees with her head in her hands, sobbing as Stacie sat next to her on the floor and pulled her into her arms again, stroking her hair softly as she shushed her.“Get- get rid of it.” Beca mumbled when her sobs finally passed.“What?”“The envelope.” Beca wiped at her cheeks with her sleeve as she grabbed the bottle of tequila from the coffee table, “Just get rid of it. I don’t want it here anymore.”“Okay.” Stacie nodded, grabbing it and pocketing it, ready to dispose of it somewhere that Beca couldn’t change her mind and retrieve it, “What do you want to do now? We could go out and get dinner?”“No.” Beca shook her head, “No I want to stay here, drink this, get a terrible Chinese and figure out what the fuck I do now.” -- source link

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