A/N: Hey there! This isn't just my first TV Show fanfiction, but it's also the first one in English. I'm from Chile, a small country in South America, and I talk Spanish as my main language, but I wanted to prove my English to myself and here's the result. If you find any grammar or spelling mistakes, please tell me so I can correct them :) Thank you! R&R!
"The Last Letter"
November 4th, 2025. Miami, Florida.
Dear Michael:
When I was eighteen my father told me that the good memories always fade away, that that was the reason I couldn't remember my mom or the experiences that I had with her. He told me that I would not remember the first time I saw the love of my life and things like that.
Well, that wasn't true. Because I remember perfectly the first time I saw you twenty years ago.
It was back in Fox River of course, I was supposed to give you your shot of insulin. You were in my office just watching around. I looked at you through the window and the first thing I thought was 'God, this guy is really handsome'. But when I sat on that chair and saw your eyes, I knew I was condemned. I was the convict there, and your blue eyes were my own prison. I knew that I would do whatever you asked me to do. What I didn't knew before was that you were planning your and Lincoln's escape. It doesn't matter anymore.
"Be the change you want to see in the world".
You said that to me on that occasion. And you were.
Day after day we saw each other in the infirmary, and every time I had to contain myself from shutting up the blinds and kissing you. That was all that I wanted— I still want to kiss you, but the difference is that you're not in the office right now, you're somewhere I don't know. But that's fine, because I know you're okay and nothing can hurt you anymore.
Then, some time later, when we first kissed you said you needed me to do something for you. I remember the words exactly: "Wait for me. It won't always be like this. In this room, in this place". You didn't dissapoint me. The rest of our story started outside the prison.
And let me say it— you planned the best prison break ever, college boy.
Michael Jr comes regularly to visit me with her girlfiend Taylor. Every time I look him in the eyes I see you, and I can't be more proud and happy that you are the father of my son, I feel like we were meant to be, because I can't imagine it any other way. I can't help but stare into his eyes and think that he's the best gift in my life, that you would be proud of him— he followed your steps, he's in college to be an engeneer just like you, he's as smart as you were.
Every day I wish that you had more time. With me, with Lincoln, with Fernando and Alex, with your niece Veronica, L.J. and Sofia, and with your son Michael Aldo Scofield.
He's a spitting image of his father, which totally works out with me. Every time I see him, you're with me, just like you promised the night you got me out of prison. That night you died saving me.
And I'm still totally in love with you as I was then. You're my husband. And I love you.
It's been a while since that night, but I wanted to write you this now that I know I have cancer and that I'm going to be with you soon. I'm not scared, actually I'm quite anxious to see you again.
Always yours,
Sara Scofield.
A/N: So, what you guys think?