Santana sat hunched, shoulders caved upon herself, weighed down by war. She took a shuddering breath, throat closing up. It was nights like these that were always the worst.
The quiet atmosphere so unlike her home. It made her miss them, her wife and daughter. Her glasses fogged up as her eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
Fuck, she missed them. 11 months. 3 weeks. 5 days. It has been almost a year since she had touched Brittany's face, felt her skin on her hand.
And, oh god, how she missed her little sugar plum. She had missed out on so much of her daughter's life, missed her grow up.
Santana's gaze shifted to her right. There, right next to the lamp, was a photograph of the two most important people of her life. Brittany holding a newborn Hannah on her hands, eyes gaping at the baby. It was taken a day after Hannah was born, a candid shot of a new beginning.
She tore her gaze from the photograph, opting instead to look at the blank piece of paper in front of her. Gripping her pen tightly, Santana began to write.
Dear Brittany Susan Pierce-Lopez,
It is hard not to lose hope when you see death at every corner. I have seen the old die. I have seen men and women die. I have seen children younger than our daughter choke on their blood. It has been tremendously difficult to wake up every morning knowing that I am stuck here another day. I miss you both so much. I miss watching you slowly wake up every morning, the way your eyes would flutter open and your lips would quirk up. I miss watching our daughter's recitals. I miss all the little things. I guess, the only reason I haven't lost hope is because of the both of you. This is going to be the last tour, remember that. So don't worry. I'll see you soon.
I love you, 'till eternity.
Note:
the original prompt: a soldier on the front dies in the middle of writing a letter to home. It is finished and sent by the man who killed him
I ended up scrapping the original document because it broke my heart to a million pieces, so I ended up just scrambling a quick drabble to see how people would react
the first chapter was a test run
posting stories on fanfiction confuses me so you guys will have to bare with me
I'm going to be busy this whole week (and the next) doing financial aid stuff for college so writing will be sparse
once again, fanfiction confuses me
the chapters will be longer, way longer (originally going to be a one-shot with Santana dying at the end)
grammar is my weakness, so sorry in advance for my shitty grammar