So Cold
Garcia POV
I really didn't think I'd ever get like this. Especially over a man. Then of course my child- my dead child. I felt so lost and sad. Though, the most present emotion, was emptiness. It felt as half of me was gone. I didn't stay in touch right away with anyone on the team, except of course JJ and Rossi. I was in a downward spiral. Rossi told me to be sad, to cry, and then to let go. I realized he was right. As much as I wish things could be different, it isn't possible. So, I wrote a letter to Derek, with everything I ever felt; my pain, my excitement, and my disappointment, but most importantly, our closure. We both deserve that. I even told me about our would have been child. I told him there was never a regret, but we would forever be old friends, who never see each other, but I wish him and Savannah all the joy and love that life could bring. When I finished it, I cried and let it go, because he was my past. Then I placed it in my drawer and planned to send it out soon.
I was in London for a while, absorbing the culture, the people, the fashion. Emily was a godsend really. She pulled me out of the dark. We would go to the gym, she'd been showing me some self defense stuff. I had lost a lot of weight and when our gym and self defense sessions, I gained muscle. I'm not skinny, that would look weird, but now I have an hourglass figure. My wardrobe had change a bit as well. I still love my colors! But I've toned down a bit. I've become obsessed with color blocking and anything with lace. I felt so refreshed and excited about living again. I got a flat and Emily of course, helped me decorate. I'd talk to Hotch and Jack again and sent them cookies. Reid is gonna take vacation to come with me on my next adventure. After a few weeks, I booked my flight for Paris. While packing I found the letter and I decided it was time. I was okay, and I sent it out.