Author's note: This is my first fan fiction. So please be nice... Erm. This is AU Brittana. Kinda short but it was meant to be a starting point. Hope you all like it.
Brittany walked through the frame from the living room to the dining room; dumping one by one the different letters from credit card companies, to electrical bills; until she reached the last one.
A crisp white envelope which had her name written in black ink. Brittany's slender fingers ran from the sides to the sharp corners, a sigh of relief or acknowledgement, even Brittany couldn't pinpoint at that time. But she clearly could not wait to read what was inside.
Taking her time, she slipped her forefinger underneath the lid; before sliding it across. She then took out the folded white paper; as the envelope fell to the wooden table.
Unfolding it, Brittany took a sharp intake at the oh so familiar writing; as if preparing herself for the unknown.
23rd July 2022
Dear my love,
I was in work, trying to figure out when our lives fell apart so out of sync. I know that we are forever. We are forever, B.
I guess time wasn't on our side. You needed things... which you couldn't find in me. I don't hold any hostility to you. Just love. Pure love. I know that you wanted me back before... but I wasn't ready.
I am now.
There's nothing in this world that can compare to the feelings I have for you. Britt, you're not trying to be perfect; but you're so perfect to me.
I've been trying to tell you how I feel. I've been running away from myself, because I was in too deep. Too deep in love with you... that nothing has ever compared to you. And nothing ever will.
This is why I'm asking you to give me one last chance. Meet me tomorrow at cresent Garden. At our bench. At 1pm.
I'll be waiting just like always.
Yours, so ever faithfully.
Santana.
P.s If by some chance you don't love me anymore; Do not bother to come or contact me again. At least give me that ounce of respect.
A warmth of need filled Brittany's body, spreading out her veins like blood. She could not even bare to describe how long she had waited for this letter. For this chance. For Santana to give her that chance.
Holding the letter close to her chest; she looked around the barely furnished house; and let the first of many sobs come out. This wasn't the start of some love story but the ending.
Their love story at already begun. It had begun in college. And after college. When real life started; and that's when everything began to happen.
