#bella's

Present Day - The clouds gathered right on time in the autumn-lit sky and lightning flashed in all windows of the house, clattering glasses together with each crack of thunder. Before, the day had been cast in a dome of plasma blue, but as it came to a close, clouds appeared. Rain poured through the December skylight, pattering on the roof so loud the creaky house shook like a tent in a hurricane. The sound bounced from wall to wall and echoed the night skies' anger. The dining room was dimly lit by fading electricity. It was the only room in the house to flood with light. Chloe and Beca both stood on the outside of the dining room door frame and down the hall. The radiance leaked just close enough to reach their faces while lightning brightened the living room on the other end. Beca was standing two feet from her fiancee, scratching at her hands with short nails, knowing what she wanted to say, but having no ability to force it from her already dry throat. Chloe saw concern in the piercing lake eyes before her. She wanted to ask why they were standing in the hall, unmoved, but the wider the pit in her stomach grew, the less she wanted to speak up. "I love you." Beca inquired for a response, tears not yet breaking the surface of pale skin. Her voice left Chloe's stomach turning upside down with a false sense of hope. The feeling was impassioned, cracked with the contradiction of affection and self loathing. Chloe's glassy eyes finally looked up from the blurry floor and met the other pair. It was a stare that held hands with despondency and distance, yet battled with the familiar feeling they once called home. Chloe gripped the hall table ends with her nails sliding on the oak wood. She winced at the old groves, splintering their way into her palm. "I-I love you too.. Is everything okay?" Chloe felt her hip carve into the end table. Beca twisted the ring on her finger and Chloe's breath staggered. She studied the look on her Fiancee's face and felt her lungs collapse. Chloe sighed and her gut exploded in her body just staring at the uncertainty in Beca's eyes. Every hair on her body stood up and every inch of her skin began to tremble. "Of course." Beca's voice was brittle, words failing her once again. One hand grasped the hem of Chloe's shirt, with tears sliding down her freckled cheek. Her fractured, coffee eyes drifted down her girlfriend's body and fell to the creaking hardwood floor under their bare feet. She shook her head and fastened her eyes shut, as her ginger bun came undone. Her grip loosened and she let go.

And while I was trying to sleep, she and two others were watching MY HERO ACEDAMIA and I so couldn't sleep