-Letters-
Makoto took a deep breath and released it in an attempt to steady herself. She was nervous and had a lot of pent of restless energy. She had run around all day, making sure the apartment had been scrubbed top to bottom. Not that it wasn't near immaculate to begin with.
Ami was coming home tomorrow.
With that thought, Makoto felt a smile spread across her face before she plopped onto her bed.
It had been nearly a year since she had seen the bluenette. Okay, so it was only nine months but Makoto rounded it up. Too damn long was a better measurement of time, she reckoned.
Rolling onto her side, Makoto opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out a stack of envelopes held together by a rubber band. Letters from Ami during the school year. Taking the most recent one from the pile, Makoto sat the stack beside her. She took the letter from the envelope and opened it, her green eyes taking in Ami's neat script.
Nothing too over the top and nothing too mushy, Ami wrote to tell Makoto she missed her and couldn't wait to come home. And while Ami had missed all of their friends and her mother, it was Makoto she couldn't wait to see again. Emails, hand-written letters, and even phone calls weren't enough to keep her connected to the brunette. Ami wrote to tell the Amazon how she had missed her touch, her smell, her taste.
Makoto blushed but smiled, holding the letter to her chest and sighed happily. Just a few hours more and Makoto would be able to hold Ami instead of a piece of paper.
AN: A sort of continuation of chapter 9, Memory, just from Mako's POV.