Author's Note: This is just a little ficlet I wrote a while ago. I do not own Glee or any of the characters (Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce) even if they aren't actually mentioned by name.
Six years away
I asked for some space. As hard as it was for you, you respected my request. You looked at me with those big baby blues and whispered a broken "How long?" I couldn't take the tears clouding your intense stare and looked away. "However long it takes." I whispered back. I felt your touch linger on my shoulder as you made your way slowly out of my room. You took the air right out with you.
For days I checked my phone for any sign of you. I lay questioning my decision again and again. But the screen remained empty. Just like my heart. Away from you everything seemed to stop. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Suddenly I was six years away. Studies and jobs and a countless number of people passed through my life. Still you were nowhere. I was convinced you were never mine anyway.
One strange morning I awoke suddenly from a dream. I couldn't remember anything from it but the last scene. You were standing with a halo of light surrounding you. Just staring with a look full of longing and adoration. A look that used to be directed at me, that used to make me melt with its intensity. I closed my eyes tight again in an effort to preserve your image. But it started to fade and all traces were gone with the loud buzzing of my alarm clock. I dragged myself out of bed to prepare for another routine day at work.
At my lunch break I found myself at my usual café down the street from my work sitting at the same table I always sat at. I always was a creature of habit; avoiding change as much as possible. I finished my lunch with some time to spare and had my head buried in a book when I heard the rusty bell above the door jingle.
For some reason I looked up. The café was so busy at this time of day, with so many people coming and going, that I usually didn't even hear the door opening and closing anymore. But that day I heard it. That day I looked up. I couldn't believe my eyes; the same image from my dream. I was sure I was still dreaming.
Time stood still and we just stared at each other. When that bright smile lit up your face I felt the air return to the room and fill up my lungs. My heart started beating again for the first time in six years, as colour begun to enter the world starting from your stunning blue eyes. For the first time in six years I felt alive again.
As you moved towards my table I tried to get up but my knees gave way. You were by my side in seconds, navigating through the café patrons with the grace that always defined you. You bent down and threw your arms around me, holding me tight like you would never let me go again even if I asked. Tears streamed down my face as I realised how stupid and wrong I had been back then. You were mine even then, if only I could open my eyes and let go of my pride to see it. You were always mine and always would be even if we were apart. I finally understood what you were talking about; what it means to be soul mates.