This wasn’t like her. You could tell she was scared of losing you, just like she lost her dad, Max and Rachel. When you first met, she didn’t even wanna get close to you, out of fear you would leave her.

“Sorry, I know it’s late. Just thought I’d- stop by.”

She awkwardly shifts from one leg to another outside your front door, the only light being the street lamp flickering beside her. Why is she here so randomly? When she looks at you with that soft expression, that being really rare for her, you know.

She doesn’t say it, because she’s Chloe and she has a reputation to maintain, but the unsaid words are there nonetheless, buried beneath her silent embrace.

I love you.