Chloe slowly closed and opened her eyes. She stared at her glass of whisky, feeling numb. She ran a hand through her messy, sweaty, smelly red hair and let out a long sigh. She blinked again, the alcohol blurring her vision a little more this time and the lack of lighting in the room helped a lot.

Her once bright blue eyes which showed her bubbliness and the life inside her and made everyone who looked into them smile and forget their problems were now dull and dark. The life and happiness was gone from them and if anyone looked into them now, they'd see hurt, anger, frustration and despair.

Chloe lost her spark, her light and everyone around her felt pretty much the same way. It was contagious.

Aubrey tried to keep her best friend from falling apart, but she knew it wasn't working. The blonde wasn't one to give in easily, but three years were more than enough to make her change her mind. She was trying with what was left of her energy to help her best friend, but she knew soon it wouldn't be possible anymore.

"I can't take it anymore, Bree." Chloe shook her head, her voice in a weak whisper. "Three years ago, we thought there was nothing we couldn't overcome. We were titanium. Stronger than any other force that could bring us apart. We were naïve. Stupid and naïve."

Aubrey sighed, putting a hand on her best friend's thigh.

"You were in love. Love blinded your judgement that, along the way, something could happen." Aubrey said.

"Now, I know there is no way back into our relationship, Bree." Chloe said. Tears, once more, filling her eyes.

"You mean... you don't love her anymore?" Aubrey asked. Again. Always the same question.

"I... I used to think I did. I used to think my reason to wake up everyday was to see her smile and make her happy. Now? Now, I wake up to an empty bed, eat breakfast alone, go to work and those are the best hours of the day because I'm not with her, then when I come back home to find her in the living room where she currently lives, paperwork everywhere, a bottle of Jack Daniel's in her hand, her eyes are red and her cheeks are wet so I know she's been crying. I try to talk to her, she tells me she's busy and that we'll talk later, but we never do. I make dinner, I try to talk to her but we don't. It looks like we're two strangers." Chloe finished. The same speech.

Aubrey nodded. Like she always did.

"Honey, you need to stop drinking, stop crying, sit her down and talk to her." Aubrey said, putting her hands on Chloe's shoulders and turning her to face her. "Go and talk to her, you guys can't spend another day in this hell! You need to work this out."

Chloe nodded. Her eyes were distant and Aubrey could tell she was drunk, but she heard her.

Chloe put her drink down and looked around her. She grabbed her purse and stumbled out of the chair. She walked out of the bar and called a cab, giving the man the directions to her and Beca's house. She paid the man and got out of the cab, fishing her keys. She opened the door and got inside, seeing the lights on in the living room she walked in to see her girlfriend with her head on her hands. She dropped her purse on the floor, making her presence known.

Beca looked up at her.

"Beca, we need to talk." Chloe said.

"Chloe, not now, I'm working. And it sounds like you've been drinking." The brunette said.

"It's always the same thing!" Chloe said, getting Beca's attention once again. "We never talk anymore! Remember when we used to cuddle and talk about everything and anything? We don't do that anymore!"

"Because we're busy, Chloe." Beca tried. She knew it was a lie. She knew even if they tried it wouldn't be the same thing.

"Bullshit, Beca!" Chloe said. "We're back to first name basis, we don't call each other 'babe' or 'love' anymore! We're not intimate anymore!"

Beca just looked at her with tired eyes, then looked down. There were very dark circles under her eyes from sleeping only three to four hours every night. She was tired.

The brunette shook her head.

"We've drifted apart, we're two different people. We're roommates." Chloe continued. "When was the last time we kissed?"

"I... I don't know, maybe, four, five months?"

"Seven months, Beca." Chloe spat at her. "And the last time we made love? That was like ten months ago."

"Wait a minute, we did it six months ago!"

"That was just sex! That was a messy, clumsy, drunk night! We didn't kiss, we didn't cuddle afterwards and we didn't scream each other's names like we used to!" Chloe said again. "And we didn't say 'I love you' and fall asleep in each other's arms. That was a hook up. You finished, got off the bed, got dressed and came back to the living room, you didn't even look at me!"

"What? How dare you turn this around on me?" Beca stood up, angrily. "You were the one who turned around and ignored me! You practically kicked out of that room!"

Chloe clenched her fists tightly. Her alcohol turning into adrenaline in her veins.

"That's not the point, Beca!" She said through gritted teeth. "The point is we're not a couple anymore and we should stop pretending!"

"What? Chloe, we've been through tough times, but this isn't a reason to break up!"

"You're being a hypocrite!" Chloe yelled, grabbing her hair with hands so tightly she was almosy certain she'd pull it out. "I don't wanna stay in this crappy excuse of a relationship! I refuse to let sadness continue to suck me into this!"

"And I refuse to let you break us up because you think this is it." Beca said, feeling angry herself.

"Do you even love me anymore? Do you even cry yourself to sleep wishing you could make things right with us?!" Chloe yelled at the top of her lungs. "If so, why the fuck didn't you come up to my room these last months?! Huh?!"

"Why didn't you?" Beca asked. "You're also part of this relationship, why don't you try to make things work? Why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're the one with commitment issues! You're the one who knew, from the beginning, you wouldn't be able to handle this feeling-sharing thing!" Chloe yelled at Beca's face. "You're the one who never gave a crap about sharing your feelings!"

Even being drunk, Chloe could very much feel the punch she recieved in the face. It took her thirty seconds to react, though. She held her face, her hair everywhere and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me I'm the messed up one?!" Beca yelled, punching her again, on the other side of her face. She tried to ignore the yelp her girlfriend let out when her fist met her skin. "Who the fuck are you to tell me I never gave a crap about sharing my feelings?!"

And yet another punch. Chloe stumbled backwards and fell on the floor, her face to the side as blood spilled from her mouth.

Beca knelt down in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Anger and rage in her eyes as she stared at Chloe's bruised face.

"I am your fucking girlfriend! The one who tried to get you to open up for the past three years we've been together!" Chloe said and spat blood on the floor. "That's who the fuck I am!"

"You have no right to say I never shared my feelings with you." Beca said, shaking her head.

"Yes, I do." Chloe said. "I do, because since we've started drifting apart, you'd close up your walls, go to the studio and spend all day long with your computer instead of coming to me!"

Beca glared at her. Chloe had never seen her so angry before.

"You think just because your daddy left you that no relationships will ever work." Chloe said.

"And look where we are! No relationship anymore!" Beca said. "Don't tell me love exists, because it doesn't."

"I loved you! I loved you with all my fucking soul!" Chloe yelled. "I thought you loved me back, but if I had known how you felt about me, I would have left you and your relationship problems alone so you could die alone! This way I wouldn't be brokenhearted!"

Beca's eyes filled with hot tears as she punched Chloe's face again. The redhead fell to the floor with another yelp. Her fists clenched on the bloody carpet as she closed her eyes to stop the pain.

Beca stared at her, hot tears streaming down her face. Tears of anger. She didn't want to look at Chloe anymore, but somehow, she couldn't take her eyes off of her.

Chloe lifted her head to look at Beca. She had bruises on her cheek, a purple eye and a cut on her lip. But as the tears rolled down her cheeks, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Beca's. The brunette took a little while to respond, but she did. It was filled with teeth clenching together and blood taste.

Chloe's hands were inside Beca's shirt as they traveled upwards to the line under her bra. Her left hand went back to her stomach as she unbottoned her jeans, quickly going inside her underwear, stroking the brunette's clit, when Beca grabbed her hand and stopped her actions as she pulled apart.

"Chloe, no." She said.

"Beca, I-"

Chloe forced her hand to go further as she insterted the tip of her fingers into her girlfriend, but the brunette stopped her again.

"No." Beca said.

Chloe looked into her eyes and saw anger, sadness and pain, but no desire. Her pupils weren't dilated.

"Beca, what are you saying?"

"It's not the same." Beca said. "I don't wanna have sex with you."

Chloe's eyes filled with tears again. She tried to hold back a sob.

"Beca-"

"-No. I don't want to." Beca cut her off.

"But Beca, I-"

"-Seriously Chloe, do you feel aroused?" Beca said. "I don't. I'm not wet. Thinking about you doesn't make me wet anymore."

Chloe had taken several punches that night, but nothing hurt more than the brunette's words.

"I don't feel anything when I kiss you or when you touch me." Beca said. "So, no. I don't want to have sex with you."

Chloe looked down.

"I thought this would be like make up sex or angry sex." Chloe said. "I thought this was the part where we would make up."

"It's not." Beca said. "I don't... I don't want to have make up sex or angry sex with you."

"Stop saying that!" Chloe yelled through her tears. "I get it! I fucking get it, okay?!"

"Well what do you want me to say then, Chloe?" Beca raised her voice. "Want me to go for it and let you fuck me so you can think everything is okay?! Life isn't a movie where all you'd do is kiss me or sleep with me to make it better!"

"I am trying to save our relationship!"

"There is nothing to save! We don't have a relationship anymore!" Beca yelled. "There is nothing to be saved!"

Chloe closed her eyes and sobbed.

"You don't love me anymore, do you?" Chloe asked. She opened her eyes and looked into Beca's.

Beca looked down.

"I get it." Chloe said. "Don't answer. You never did love me, did you? You were just trying to see what it could be like. Now you got a taste and decided you don't want it. It's fine. Some people were never meant to feel anything."

Chloe sat up and stood up, looking at Beca with disgust.

"I don't know what I saw in you. An inseure little girl who barely hit puberty and had parents issues." She spat at the brunette. "A girl who would never mean something in anybody's life."

Beca stood up angrily.

"That's not true!"

"Oh yeah? Then how come your dad left you? How come you never had friends?" Chloe asked. "How come no one likes you!"

Beca punched her again as tears blured her vision. She cried as she watched the redhead hold her nose.

"That's all you can do. Punch me as if it'll make the truth hurt less." Chloe said. "You can break my bones, but it won't make it any less true. And you know that."

With that, Chloe grabbed her purse and stormed to her room.

Beca closed her eyes for a moment. She grabbed her hair and screamed at the top of her lungs for a few seconds. Then she kicked the coffee table with all her might. Screaming even louder in the process.

Chloe threw her purse on the floor, screaming as she grabbed the picture frames that had her and Beca's pictures and threw around the room. The glass breaking into million pieces as it hit the walls. Chloe's knuckles and fingers had little cuts on them but she didn't mind. She sat down against the door and put her head on her hands, screaming at the top of her voice. Her body was shaking violently with sobs as she screamed and cried.

She cried for two hours, until five in the morning, when she stood up and went to the kitchen the get ice to put on her nose, which was bleeding nonstop. She sat on the counter as she held the ice to her nose with closed eyes. She had a bruise on her forehead and her eye was starting to close up, but she didn't care.

Beca entered the kitchen, her eyes swollen and red from crying and her hair was a complete mess. Her left knuckles were red from the punches and her nose was a bit red as well.

She looked at Chloe for a split second and she could tell the redhead was hurting.

"I'm gonna leave tomorrow morning."

"I don't care." Chloe shrugged.

Beca closed her eyes again as she took out another bottle of Jack Daniel's and took a large sip. She then started crying again and she screamed, throwing the bottle with all her might at the ground, making Chloe jump in fear.

Beca walked out of the kitchen with clenched fists. Chloe threw herself on the counter, forgetting about her nose, and started sobbing violently again. She covered her head with her arms and continued crying violently. She cried until her body was exhausted and she, eventually, fell asleep.