Wtf. That's the acronym that would probably, very accurately, describe what's going on in Chloe's mind right now.

Albeit, not so cool and hipster of her to use an abbreviation. But hey, at least it's not an emoji.

It's been five years, and suddenly, you're here. In shitty Arcadia? This has to be a dream.

At least, that would've been believable if she didn't just suffer a near death experience.

But if this was a dream? She's sure her best friend wouldn't be missing, and her ex-best friend wouldn't be sitting in the passenger seat of her truck.

So yeah, this is definitely crappy reality. "So.." she starts, not really knowing what to say.

Except she does: most of it includes slightly more vulgar words and a whopping why haven't you spoken to me in five years??

Not that she'll keep it civil. This is Chloe we're talking about. She's clinging on to that grudge until you admit you're mistake. That you lost her, that you regret it.

That's what she wants to hear. Because she hasn't been thinking about you, everyday, for the past five damn years, just for it to come to a crappy sorry.

"I guess seattle sucked hard." She comments.

She hopes it did. Without her, it better have. And all of this sounds so bitter but, in a hint of vulnerability - that she'll never admit, she's only so pissy with you because she missed you.

Rachel was her Angel. But You. God.. you were her paradise.

A paradise that's currently suffering from a broken camera and a painfully awkward aura. She feels a little bad about finding it so cute.

Don't get her wrong she's still mad at you.. And your stupid, pretty face.