AN : / Hello dear reader who are still reading this story. Life has been really complicated around here, I haven't take the time to write, and I am sorry about that.
Before going on with the story and everything, here is a little bonus, the letter Callie gave to Arizona in last chapter.
Do you like it? What are you hoping, expecting for the next chapter?
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Dear Arizona,

There are so many things I should have said sooner, so many truths I've been too scared to face. Watching you now, holding the life we dreamed of together, is a pain I can barely stand. It feels like we've become strangers, you and I. This distance between us isn't something you can measure in miles—it's a chasm made of hurt, of mistakes we both made, of words left unsaid, and walls we've built higher and higher between us.

Seeing you now, seeing the life we were supposed to share… it cuts deep. You're carrying our dream, the life we could have welcome together, and I'm on the outside, haunted by a reality I can't undo. Arizona, I know I made choices that broke us, and I know I hurt you deeply. I left you for someone who barely knew me, uprooted Sofia, and thought I could start fresh in New York, that maybe you'd be better off without me. But it was selfish, thoughtless, and unfair. I tried to fill the void of our life with quick fixes, moving from one empty relationship to the next, hoping something would make me feel whole. But nothing did, and now here I am, knowing I let slip the one thing that mattered most—us.

I know my part in this. I let my fear, my pride, and my exhaustion blind me. I saw you hurting after the crash, saw how deeply the loss of your leg shook you, and I tried to stand by you. But somewhere along the way, I let my own frustration, my need to protect myself, drive a wedge between us. Instead of staying close, I let you drift. And when things got unbearable, I thought I could just leave it all behind and start again. I thought I could run from the pain, that I could begin fresh without facing the heartbreak we left behind. But I was wrong. I've spent every day since missing you, missing us, and wishing I'd been brave enough to stay.

And I know you suffered too. I know I wasn't the only one who messed up. When you cheated, it shattered something fundamental between us, something I thought would be unbreakable. That pain is something still lingers, a scar I carry. But the thing is, none of that changes the fact that I still love you. After everything—our mistakes, our grief, the mess we've made of each other—I still love you, Arizona. Somehow, you're still the one person who makes me feel whole, and I can't imagine anyone else ever doing that.

There's a distance now between us that feels insurmountable. It's all these resentments and scars and fears piled up, this life we could have had slipping further and further out of reach. But Arizona, you're still in my heart and soul, my partner. I'm terrified that I'll never feel this way again—that I'll never love, or hurt, or hope with anyone the way I do with you. You're carrying what was once our dream—the family we always wanted. And I'm here, on the outside, wishing I'd been brave enough to stay, wishing I hadn't been so careless with you, with us.

I know I'm asking for something I might not deserve. But if there's even a spark of what we once had, if you remember us at all, please let me fight for you. Let me close this distance and prove that what we had is worth every effort, every tear. Because if there's anything I know with absolute certainty, it's that you're my home, my family, the love of my life. And I'm here, waiting, hoping, willing to do whatever it takes to cross the distance between us.

Callie