Alright you guys, here's chapter 12. Sorry for the long wait, I feel terrible about it, but I really wanted this to be exactly how I imagined it. Thanks for the amazing reviews on last chapter, and thank you for you support. Hopefully this won't disappoint.

A special 'thank you' from my awesome friend J. , you're the 'sisi' best and your help is everything. Vraiment.

Now on with the reading, and as always, I'm only one PM away.

Ps : most translations are at the bottom.

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Chapter 12

Brittany looked so defeated, broken and exhausted that it scared her more than anything. When the blonde finally spoke, Santana felt her whole world crumbling down. She couldn't breath or speak anymore. She could only hear the beats of her heart through her ribcage, reminding her that this was real. Shadow took over her as she watched History repeat itself.

"I'm going back to France"

"Wha... What?" Was all Santana could breath out. Nothing made sense to her anymore. She didn't understand what was going on. Didn't Brittany promise that she wasn't going to leave, ever again?

Brittany took a step closer to her and spoke again "Santana, I have to. I have to and I hope that..."

She didn't want her to finish her sentence, so she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned forward to kiss her, grabbing her face with both of her hands. It was like slow motion. Before she even got to Brittany, Santana felt her heart pound in her chest and her stomach was in knots. She could remember the feel of her lips against hers and how amazing they were, but the excitement for what was going to happen took over her memory.

When Santana pulled away, trying to get back to reality after her mind blanked for a minute. For the first time in months, she could feel herself really breath and a contentment noise left her nose. This kiss was so much better than any souvenir. Opening her eyes, she realized that it was all real and relief ran through her veins as a huge smile appeared on her face. Kissing Brittany had been hypnotizing.

But when her eyes landed on blue ones, she didn't find what she was hoping for. The sight in front of her was so confusing, she had no idea what was happening or why the French girl still looked so distressed.

While kissing back just as eagerly, Santana noticed that Brittany didn't look like she expected. She seemed even more upset after it happened. Santana didn't understand why she seemed so torn and conflicted. Despite the bad feeling in her guts, she decided to push her point a little further.

"Brittany, I know I said some horrible stuff yesterday, but I'm here now. I'm here, ok? This changes everything, doesn't it? You're staying, right?" Santana was pleading more than she was asking a question.

The blonde seemed surprised at the question, and quickly answered in a tiny voice: "No San, I can't stay, I have to go."

Her voice was soft but didn't leave any room for protests, which confused her even more. She did her best to stay calm and focused on the only reason why she came here.

After taking a step back, she urged herself to look at Brittany again and decipher the look in her eyes. She didn't expect to have to fight too hard for her ex-girlfriend, but if that was what she needed to do, she would. It was okay really, she knew she would. Of course she would. However, the tone of Brittany's voice had sent shivers to her whole body. It was like her decision was final and nothing could make her change her mind. The sensation of dread in the pit of her stomach was almost unbearable.

"Brittany, you promised! You promised me… You said that you would give me the time I needed, you said you would wait for me… Please don't go now, don't go again... " Santana started speaking quite loudly but finished in a whisper, barely holding herself together.

A flash came across Brittany's face as her eyebrows shot up and her eyes went wide in understanding. Her features turned serious when she tried to wash away the doubt and fear that she heard in Santana's voice.

"No, San, I'm not... This is not what you are thinking!" She spoke steadfastly and grabbed her arms. She stared intensely into brown eyes and continued.

"I said that I have to go home, San, as in I have no choice. My grandmother was admitted in the hospital, she had a heart attack early this morning. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to think that what happened last night was too much for me." She stopped, before adding in a tired voice, more to herself than Santana "Ugh, sometimes I hate that I can't speak in French, it's so frustrating… This is just a huge misunderstanding."

Santana stood there motionless as Brittany explained herself. It all made sense now. She didn't think much of it when she arrived, but now she remembered how Emilie looked disheveled, how she didn't even seem mad at her at all, just concerned about her timing probably. In addition, Brittany's red and swollen eyes, the way the clothes had been badly and hurriedly folded in the suitcase should have tipped her off that something was going on. Everything came into place.

"So you're coming back...?" Santana asked quietly, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than she had planned on appearing. But before Brittany could say anything back, the news she had just been told sank in her mind and she quickly added: "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, this is not the time for this! You have enough on your plate right now, and you have to focus on your family... I didn't mean to sound like an insensitive bitch".

Brittany almost giggled when Santana looked down in shame. She slowly caressed her right cheek as she spoke with a small smile "I am coming back, San. Of course I am. I don't even know how to stay away from you anymore. I don't think I ever did actually, I just acted as if I could, and trust me, everyday was a struggle. I have no idea how I managed to do it this long. And I don't ever want to do that again. I am coming back. But right now I have to… My family, they...".

She wasn't really done talking, but her words faded away as she sighed. Before Santana could say anything, Brittany kissed her lips gently and tenderly. Then she added, eyes still closed "I have been wanting to do that again for so long, you know? I'm never walking away from you again."

Santana gave her a toothy smile, and spoke in embarrassment: "I'm sorry I got crazy for a minute there and assumed the worst."

"Shush now, San, please. I know that I still have a lot to prove to you. But I'm in this for the long run. For the longest run. Can I even say that or did I make up a brand new expression?" Santana smiled at how adorable Brittany was being when she tried new things in English. "Anyway, it's okay if you need more time. Really. And maybe it's the romantic and way too corny French girl in me speaking, but it's okay because time never matters when it comes to you. I'm not done with you, I'll never be done with you."

Both Santana and Brittany remained silent after that. They could only hear each other's calm breathing and noises coming from the other side of the apartment. It was probably Emilie who was finishing her packing. No words were necessary because everything was said in the way both girls were staring at one another. The moment was soon interrupted by Emilie's voice. Santana couldn't understand was she said though.

"Brittany, le taxi arrive dans 20 minutes, j'espère que tu es bientôt prête!" She shouted from her room, startling both girl.

"I have to finish packing, the taxi will be here shortly" Brittany groaned in annoyance.

Everything felt incredibly surreal to Santana as she helped Brittany finish her packing. They shared looks that couldn't be mistaken for anything else than amorous looks, sometimes Brittany would even let her fingers linger on Santana's hand when she handed her some clothes. It was almost like if they had fallen back into their old routine, which was a strange feeling for the Latina. She was still a little shy and uneasy about the new developments in their relationship. She knew she loved Brittany, and was craving for everything she was, but at the same time she was freaking out internally.

Soon, it was time for the French girls to leave. Emilie quickly hugged Santana. She managed to whisper in her ear, winking "Don't worry, I won't stop her from coming back"

She smiled back at her, and then turned to Brittany who's eyes were watering.

"This is the worst time for me to leave again...". She breathed out, looking down.

Santana knew where Brittany was coming from. She was right, the wasn't the best time for her to live again. Both women knew it could possibly bring Santana's insecurities out again, when she was only beginning to make progress. But looking at the gorgeous woman in front of her, Santana knew that she had to go home, and she accepted it. She would deal with her fears later, the best way she could, and just wait for her return. Mainly, she would have to do her very best not to get too carried away with any crazy ideas she might have of Brittany not coming back.

"It's ok, I understand. Your family is the priority and...".

"No no, it's not about priorities, because then I'd stay here with you. It's just Family you know ? They mean everything to me and I could not stand the idea of us not being together in a moment where we should all support one another. Living here is a choice that I made and I don't regret it, but it also means that I'm far from them all the time. I can't be over there on an everyday basis for anyone of my family, and I feel guilty about that." She said in a sigh.

Brittany looked at Emilie contemplative and then back at Santana and continued.

"So every once in a while, I'll have to fly across the world to be there for them when they need me, to support them, you know? Either in moment of sadness like this one, or just because I miss them and want to spend time at home or whatever... I want to be there for them and I want to be there for me, because if anything happened, I just couldn't... " Brittany's voice broke into a sob, but she rapidly recomposed herself and stated simple.

"I have to go home."

A few seconds later, she seemed to be debating whether to keep taking or not, biting her bottom lip and shifting from one foot to the other. Santana, who could read her behavior easily, asked softly.

"What is it, Britt?"

"Non non, it's nothing" Brittany tried to brush it off in a fake laugh, but she kept her insecure look all over her face.

"Please, Britt?" Santana tried again.

"It's silly..." The French girl said again, but the look in Santana's eyes persuaded her to speak her mind.

"You won't change your mind about us while I'm gone, right?" Her voice was not even a whisper, and she couldn't even keep her eyes on Santana.

Sure, Santana could have easily seen this coming. Today was the first day since Brittany came back that she had acted warmly towards her and acknowledged their relationship. But she was still surprised at how small Brittany looked and she wondered how she could seriously be wondering this. Wasn't it obvious how much Santana still cared? She took one of Brittany's hand and squeezed it in hers, as she forced her to look back at her. She stared at blue eyes, not saying anything. But with the way they were staring at each other, no words were necessary. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she felt warm and cold at the same and her hands were shaking.

"Don't you know by now, Brittany?" Santana asked in disbelief as she reached into her pocket and took out a folded sheet of paper. It looked old, like if it had been folded and unfolded a million times. But Brittany almost instantly recognized it.

"Here, take it, it's your time to have it." Santana simply said.

"I can't believe you kept this all these years…" Brittany breather out, overwhelmed by what was happening. She hadn't seen this letter in years. More than 5 years to be precise.

"Of course I kept it, Britt." Santana answered in a sweet voice. "You have to go now, but this letter…" she paused, gathering her thoughts, "this letter was what helped me get through the first months without you, because every time I would lose hope or get frustrated or whatever, I just had to read it again. And today, I want you to have it and to hold on to it until you come back. Okay? And know that I will be here, still. I told you years ago that I would wait for you, remember? Well, it's still true."

"I love you" Brittany could only answer, without even thinking about what she was saying. But Santana didn't flinch. She just smiled warmly at her. Brittany took a step in her direction and looked at Santana with hesitating eyes, asking a silent question.

Reading right through her, Santana kept her smile and leaned in to pressed her lips to Brittany's, sweetly, sending shivers and butterflies through her whole body.

Neither one of them noticed Emilie who stepped back inside the place, almost huffing and puffing.

"Brittany, faut vraiment y aller maintenant, on va louper l'avion à cette allure!" She urged her sister. (Brittany, it's really time to go now, we're going to miss our flight if you keep this up!)

The girls broke the kiss instantly, but Brittany put her forehand against Santana's, sighing.

"Je sais, j'arrive, désolée" She said in a resigned voice, looking back into Santana's eyes. (I know, I'm coming, sorry)

"I'll let you know when I make it there, okay? And I'll call you, or we'll Skype, or we…"

"Brittany, relax! Go, Emilie's going to lose it if you don't go. Be careful, and yes, please, keep my updated." Santana cut Brittany's panicked rambling.

They parted, and it was almost like 5 years ago for them both. Except this time neither one of them felt like they were really saying 'goodbye' though, because this time they were confident that they had something to be looking forward to with one another.

Once on the plane, Brittany took out the letter that Santana had given her, and unfolded it with precaution, like if it was the most precious sheet of paper on earth. She saw her handwriting on it, and remembered how she wrote it on her last day in Lima.

"Santana,

You're about to come pick me up, but I need to take the time to write you this letter before. It will make me feel better to know that you have something to hold on to once I'm really gone. It's hard for me to realize that tomorrow, it will all be different. I can't believe what a huge part of my life you've become. C'est dingue à quel point je tiens à toi. Je ne sais pas comment je vais faire pour me passer de toi.

Coming here, I knew, or hoped, that it would be an incredible experience. But never in a million years did I imagine that I would meet someone as amazing and unique as you. Parce que oui, tu es plus que parfaite. I didn't even think that that kind of person existed. But you do, you're real, and by some kind of magical luck, you decided that I was worth your time and made me yours. I think I was yours even before you realized it. From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to be near you. And ever since, I've spent everyday of this year trying to get as close to you as possible. Dis comme ça, ça a l'air bizarre, mais je sais que tu comprends ce que je veux dire.

Tomorrow, it won't be possible anymore. But know that in my head, I'll be with you everyday and I'll miss you every second. You've changed my life for the better, because now I know for sure that I never want to let you go. You're mine, and I'll never stop wanting you to be. You're the most wonderful, unique and beautiful, inside and out, person that I've ever met and ever will. From the start, I knew you were going to be special to me, but I had absolutely no idea how much. C'est juste inimaginable. I want everything with you. Your flaws, your laughter, your bad tempter, your eyes, your mistakes, your smiles, your silliness, your voice, your frowns, your light snoring when you sleep, your giggles, your jokes, your eyes rolls, your sarcasm. Everything It's a long list, I know, but I could easily go on. And you're all I'll ever want. Il faut que tu le saches, et je ne serai jamais fatiguée de te le dire.

I love you, and I'll come back to you. Tu me manques déjà.

Brittany"

She let her emotions run wild as she read the words that she had written all those years ago. It was incredibly powerful, and she almost felt like she did back then, alone in her bedroom, pouring her heart out on a paper to Santana. She also giggled at how much French she put in the letter. She remembered how she let herself speak her mind when she wrote it, writing both languages in the process. When they had talked later on, Santana had asked her what every single French sentence meant. It reminded how adorable Santana had been and how every word had mattered to her. The memory made her smile.

As scared as she was today, to leave her again, she felt more relaxed after reading the letter. She hold on to it and re-read it a few times, before letting herself drift off into sleep. For the first time in months, she went to sleep thinking that things were finally looking up for Santana and herself.

Flashback

Rachel was hugging Brittany, but with both of her arms wrapped around her neck and not letting go, it looked more like she was trying to keep her from moving away from her. It seemed as if she never wanted to let go of her. Which was probably the case. Today was the day. The day she was going home. Nothing could change that. Rachel's parents were watching the two girls in front of them with sad eyes. They had said their goodbyes to Brittany already. It was harder than they could have ever imagined a year earlier. Santana was somewhere outside waiting for her. Indeed, she rapidly vanished outside as soon as she was done greeting everyone, with the pretext that she was going to put Brittany's luggagein the trunk.

"I'm going to miss you so much." Rachel sobbed into Brittany's neck, holding on to her clothes.

"You too, Rach. We'll Skype all the time, I promise."

Brittany did her best to not start tearing up too. She cared deeply for the Berry's. They were her American family, and she would never forget them or everything they did for her. But she knew that she had to keep herself calm and ready for what was next. Santana. Saying goodbye to her. 'Goodbye', as in leaving Lima for good. Not coming back, or at least not coming back in months and months. It didn't make any sense to Brittany. How could it be even possible to not be able to see Santana for such a long time. Everyday of the past year or almost, she had woken up knowing that soon she would see her and talk to her and touch her… And now, it was all supposed to cease, so suddenly. It wouldn't happen again after she got on that plane. Nothing was okay about that.

She had done her best to avoid thinking about it, just like Santana apparently did, given how neither one of them addressed the subject after they last talked about it. Which wasn't the smartest move to make, as Brittany realized as she pulled back from Rachel.

Santana was the one taking her to the airport, and the Berry's understood that they wanted to be alone for their last moments together. It had been more difficult to persuade Rachel to tell her goodbye from home. She had claimed that she had every right to go to the airport as well, being Brittany's sister and all, and that she would miss her just as much. But soon, or as soon as soon can be, she caved in when Brittany explained to her that she really needed some alone time with Santana on their last day together. Afterwards, the blonde had wondered if maybe Rachel had just complained for the sake of argument and to show her how much she would miss her, while planning on letting them go without her all along.

Brittany walked towards the door and spotted Santana, leaning against her car, arms crossed on her chest and head down. It was like if nothing major was happening that day. Like it was like any other time when she would come and pick her up to go to the park or wherever. Brittany sighed at the sight, and stepped outside slowly. She turned around, and took one last look at the house that had been her home here. It had really been her home. She then looked straight at her family, gathered by the door, holding on to each other. Rachel was now fully crying and not holding any tear in. Her face contortioned in sadness as she stared at her for as long as she could.

With one last wave, she started walking away from them, feeling the weight of her body getting heavier with every step she took. The moment was incredibly emotional for her, but she managed to keep it almost completely locked inside. Only a few tears made their way down her cheeks as she realized that she would relive this moment in her head forever. When she was almost next to Santana's car, she decided to look back one more time, one last time, and tried to memorize every single thing about what was in front of her.

"We have to go now if we want to have some time to be together after you're checked in."

Santana's voice startled her. She had spoken to her like a robot would have, or like if she had been talking about a meaningless business transaction or anything that didn't matter to her in any way. Brittany brushed her behavior off once again, knowing she would deal with it later, and waved at the Berry's. She got into the car in silence, and buckled her seatbelt. Santana did the same, still not making eye contact with her, and started the car. She waited a few seconds to let Brittany have the time to take one final look at the 3 people looking back at her, and drove away.

She knew exactly what was going on, and she wasn't going to let her girlfriend behave this way much longer. Santana was shutting her emotions out, the only way she really knew how to deal with her sadness. Brittany didn't blame her though, but she wasn't going to accept it anyway.

"You can't do that." She said as softly as she could, reaching her hand out and letting it rest on her girlfriend's lap.

Santana kept her eyes on the road, not answering anything. It was pointless to try to deny that she wasn't being herself. Brittany, on the other hand, stared right at her and squeezed her thigh, before her hand went to Santana's neck to caress it gently. Brittany was once again amazed at how soft and smooth the tanned skin was under her hand.

"I've always loved your neck. I love everything about it. The way it feels when I touch it with my fingers, the way you shiver when I kiss it below your ears, how it appeases you when I burry my head in it and press my nose against your skin, right there, under your jawbone…" Brittany stopped speaking, trying to remember every single thing she enjoyed about her girlfriend's neck.

Santana said nothing for a moment, but took a long look at the girl next to her. Well, as long as she could given the fact that she was driving. Brittany knew that was getting through to her girlfriend.

"I'm going to miss your neck so much" She concluded, knowing full well what was coming next.

"Just my neck?" Santana teased her. Brittany giggled at her girlfriend and at herself, because she knew Santana would react like that.

She responded in a giggle, before turning serious again: "No, not just your neck, silly".

"I'm going to miss your amazing dimple too. Your beautiful and deep chocolate eyes. You soft and long black hair. They always smell so good, it's the best kind of perfume. I wish I could take that smell with me. Your soothing and raspy voice… When you sing in glee club or when you sing just for me, when you think loudly, when you ramble, when you speak in annoyance to Rachel, when you wake up and it'll all sleepy and hoarse… But my favorite one is when you whisper in my ear. You could say anything in that voice and I'd still melt. So yeah, I wish I could take your voice with me too."

Santana clenched her jaw as she was obviously trying to keep her emotions in check, and gripped the steering wheel even harder than she already was. Brittany kept talking though, knowing she needed to keep trying until Santana reacted.

"You know what I would like to take with me the most though?" She asked smiling.

Santana shook her head no.

"Are you sure you don't know?" The blonde tried again.

Santana remained silent for a few seconds, before speaking in a neutral voice, ignoring her girlfriend's question "We're almost there.".

Brittany was still looking at her, but stayed silent until the car was parked. As both of them got out, Santana took the luggage out and they walked towards the entrance. Much to Brittany's surprise after seeing how she had been behaving until now, Santana took her hand in hers. She gladly let her do so, and smiled shyly at her girlfriend, who kept her eyes ahead of her. Brittany checked in as soon as she could, which left them time to be just the two of them, before she would have to go through security, alone. They went to the most secluded bench they could find, and sat on it. Brittany spoke first.

"It's you."

"What?" Santana seemed genuinely confused as to what her girlfriend was referring to.

"What I would like to take home with me the most. It's you. All of you. Not just your neck, not just your voice, or your hair or anything. Maybe I'd hide you in my luggage or something, whatever. The point is, I would like to have all of you with me, everyday. But you already knew that this was what I meant. Am I wrong?"

Santana grabbed one of her girlfriend's hand hesitantly. Both girls remained silent for a while. Brittany was waiting for Santana, who seemed deep in thought, to speak up. When she finally did, her voice was not the voice she had used in the car. It was already shaking with emotion, and so gentle. Brittany knew that she was finally dropping her act and letting her true emotions out.

"If I could, I would lock you up in my house and never let you go."

Santana was staring at Brittany's hand, wrapped around hers and brought it to her laps. She seemed so shy and fragile, eyes down and head bowed, with her chin almost rested on her own chest.

Brittany's first reaction was to snort in a small laughter, as she imagined how perfect being Santana's prisoner would be. But when she saw the way Santana was acting, she hold it in and only caressed her hand soflty, waiting for her to say more.

"I'm sorry about before… I just don't know… I have no idea how to deal with this. I don't want you to go, but I can't hold you back. What am I supposed to do? I feel like today is the day where I'm…I'm losing you, and I'm just letting it happen.…"

Brittany scrunched her nose at Santana's pained face. She seemed so helpless and distressed at the same time, it was heart-breaking. She knew that something was bothering Santana. Obviously, since she was leaving Lima and going back to France. But there was something else. And there it was, the reason why she had been so guarded all day. She didn't know how to answer that. Nothing could make either of them feel much better that day. So she just kissed her pouty lips gently and ever so softly. Then she pulled away to look at Santana's sad eyes, trying to say everything that words couldn't. It seemed to work somehow, as Santana relaxed visibly.

Their last minutes together went by faster than a bullet, and soon it was time for Brittany to go. They made their way towards the customs, not even seeing all the other people around them. Brittany could only focus on how Santana was holding on to her right hand with both of hers, and how she kept squeezing it and unsqueezing it constantly, like if she was trying to remind her that she was there.

They walked together for as long as they could, and stopped, not saying anything. Brittany still had in mind Santana's fear of losing her, and had tried for the last minutes to find the right words to show her that it wasn't the end of them.

"You know, San, the day I met you, I thought that you would never take the time to talk to me. I mean, I couldn't even formulate a real sentence and make sense, or understand what people were saying to me." She paused, grinning at the memory. It was hard for her to imagine how she could possibly not have understood the words and sentences that now made so much sense. When she started talking again, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"And you were so beautiful and confident and on top of the world… I thought that I didn't stand a chance, but still, you were so fascinating to me. I had no idea why, but I felt this urge to be close to you, to discover all that there were to know about you. I had to know you. I literately had to. But then, you did notice me and got to know me… You were so patient with me, Santana, it was amazing to see you try to understand me and use easy words and everything. Now that I know you better, I see how impatient you really are, and it only makes me fall for you even more to know that you did this for me. You totally…" Shaking her head, she tried to find the best way to speak her mind. But telling someone that they completely turned your world upside down is not the easiest thing to do.

"You just changed everything for me. Nothing is the same now. I have no idea how I managed to live without you all those years before, because now I just can't. Just thinking of it is awful. So just, please, don't think that you're losing me, because that would mean that I'm losing you too, and I just can't handle that, okay?"

Brittany hadn't planned on speaking this much, but once she started, it just seemed like she could not stop herself anymore. There were so many things that she wanted to say, so much more than she did even. But when she closed her mouth and stopped her rambling, the way Santana was looking at her told her that she had said more than enough. She was staring at her like she was the most precious and beautiful thing in the whole world. Brittany couldn't stop herself from kissing her, so she did, sweetly.

When she looked back at her, she added "This is not you letting me go, and this is not you giving up on us"

"How do you do that? You're always saying the perfect things" Santana asked incredulously,laughing and still looking at Brittany in adoration.

"Well, I just try to live up to you, honey" she answered on a mocking tone.

"Whatever" Santana laughed, which, given the circumstances, was incredible. Soon though, she returned to her normal state of distress.

Neither one of them needed to say that it was time for Brittany to go. They hugged as tightly as humanely possible for the longest seconds, and Brittany kissed every part of Santana's face, covered with tears. Then she handed her a folded sheet of paper. Santana seemed surprised, but didn't question it, because it wasn't the time. They intensely stared at each other's eyes, before saying the last words they would say to the other one, face to face, in a year.

"I love you, Brittany. I'll wait for you to come back for me."

She was so beautiful, even with her red eyes and sad expression. Santana's eyes were fixated on blue ones, never wavering. She seemed so certain of what she had just said that it warmed Brittany's heart all over again.

"Je vais revenir, Santana, je te le promets. On va se retrouver et on fera notre vie ensemble. Rien ne va changer, rien ne changera ce qu'on est l'une pour l'autre, parce que rien ne pourrait changer le fait que je t'aime. Tu vas me manquer chaque jour, et je penserai à toi tout le temps... Si tu savais comme j'ai du mal à partir et te laisser. Mais c'est juste quelques mois et on se retrouvera après"

Both girls knew that this only made total sense for one of them, but it didn't really matter. Because they knew that they loved each other and that it wouldn't change. Hugging Santana for the last time, Brittany whispered her last words into her ear, before letting go of her. Walking away took every strength that she had in her.

"Je t'aime"

Here are the translations from all the french in this chapter. I'm putting them here for a better fluidity. (Pour ceux qui comprennent le français, j'essaie de faire de mieux dans les traductions mais c'est pas toujours évident)

From Brittany's letter :

"- It's crazy how much I care about you. I have no idea how I'll manage to go on without you.

- Because yes, you're more than perfect.

- I know it sounds weird like that, but I know you see what I mean.

- It's just unimaginable.

- You have to know, and I'll never get tired of telling you.

- I miss you already"

From Brittany's rambling on the end :

"I'm coming back Santana, I swear I am. We're going to find each other again and build our lives together. Nothing will change what we are for one another, because nothing could change the fact that I love you. I'm going to miss you every day, and I'll think of you all the time… If only you knew how it is for me to go and leave you here. But It's just for a few months and then we'll find our way back to each other.