I thought dying for the second time wouldn't frighten me so much. I was never so wrong in my whole eternity. The thought of meeting the true death is not what bothers me. The thought of never seeing the woman I love again is what's really terrifying. ONE SHOT.

Beca would wake up every now and then every single night wanting to punch herself for dreaming about a girl she'd probably never see again. She couldn't help it, though, and after three months dreaming about the same redhead, she knew she was screwed.