Santana /April 2011
Santana unlocked the front door and effortlessly closed it again behind her. As usual Bear came jogging up to greet her with a wag of his tale. absent-mindedly she pat his head and moved to the kitchen to pull a beer from the fridge. As she took a sip her free hand came up to ghost over the hand impression that still stung her face a little. It burned yet somehow brought a smile to Santana's lips. Brittany was so strange while being absolutely perfect at the same time. Santana couldn't quite put her finger on it but there was something about her that drew her in like a moth to a high-powered bug zapper. Naturally Santana had her doubts, mostly revolving around having Mackenzie's approval or not, but something felt right when she was with Brittany. It didn't hurt that the blond was a damn good kisser.
Santana's fingers traced over her own lips with a small smile just as something caught the corner of her eye. A stack of mail sat on her counter waiting to be opened. Among the ads and unpaid bills sat a small pink letter. It caught her a little by surprise because who the hell sends a pink letter in today's tech savvy world. She took another sip of her beer, picked up the letter, and headed up the stairs to her study. Sitting at her desk she turns the small thing over a few time considering what it might be before taking out her letter opener and slicing carefully into the side. She glances over the writing and takes note of the thin feminine strokes of a blue pen. A small twinge in the back of her heart tells her what the letter entails , only to be confirmed as she begins to read:
To whom it may concern,
I hope this letter will bring some comfort to you and your family. Your thoughtfulness in a moment of such deep sorrow has given me another chance at life. Words cannot express my gratitude or my deepest regret for your loss. I awake each day feeling the gentle rhythm of the heart that beats inside me and I am reminded of your great sacrifice. Each morning I thank god for this blessing and ask him to bring joy to your family. A simple letter can never be enough , but I want to thank you for what you have done and tell you that I will not waste a single day because each is a gift that I cherish.
Yours Truly,
Anonymous
Santana took a long sip from her beer before rereading the letter over again several more times. Although she was happy to know that her beloved 's death had not gone to waste she couldn't help feeling frustrated and hurt all over again. A part of her wished the stranger had said nothing at all and remained silent because the idea that someone else had something so precious-something that belonged to Santana- was a little too much to handle. Carefully she set the letter under a pile of old newspaper clippings which praised Mackenzie work and went to bed. Tonight had been a wonderful night and she would not let her dreams of Brittany be spoiled by a pink letter.
A/n- Hey everyone I'm sorry for the long wait! Holidays had me so busy and I wanted to focus on a few other chapters. Like before a few lines from the letter are taken from the movie but no copy right intended. I filled in the blanks between ideas.