A/N: PROLOGUE!

The loud squeaking of the wooden floor every time my feet reached it broke the eerie silence that surrounds our house. Followed by the loud banging of the door after me, I let my arms relax- my duffel bag reaching the cold floor and causing a loud thumping sound. I got my chest heaving as I made my way in. I wanted to scream, I wanted to call her name, I wanted to have her in my arms right now. I wanted to tell her how much I love her, how much she matters to me. In fact I could only count in my fingers the time I told her that I love her, Im not the most affectionate person I may say, but after a long time its the first time that I felt love and be loved. Just with her. But now, Im all alone, again. Its been a month since her family took her away from me. Since the first day she left Im so scared I wont live with the idea of her leaving me, ending our marriage. My hands went automatic dabbing the tears that already escaped. Santana. I whispered. I let my eyes wander the whole place and it just made everything worse inside me, it felt empty aside from the few remnants of our memories, her memories. I turned on my heels and walked towards the kitchen table where bills and mails lies, right I just threw it here this morning, for I wanted to leave that early and make my way to the site. I just dont want myself to be thrown here in our house as her memories just trashes me. Bills. I muttered lowly, bunch of envelopes and letters telling me that I have to pay bills and stuff, go here and there. I closed my eyes as I remember that she used to be the one opening all of these and relate every single letter to my face. I miss everything about her. I miss her. I was about to throw everything when one envelope caught my eye, its her handwriting. I got my hand quivering as I held the cover, my name written on it. My heart began pounding and my hands seemed to be drenched. The last time my eyes relished her handwriting was with her last letter when she left. Britt, Strangely, l remember everything today. The batting range, the store... everything! Maybe this is the last time. So Im writing to you while l can. My birthday is on March 4, 1987. That coke l snatched from you was 70 cents. Im doing well. Your birthday is on July 29, 1987. See? You don't have to worry about me. Christmas is December 25 Pretty good, right? You can forget me now to make us even. Meet someone nice and be happy. Don't lose your temper. You don't look cool. You might not know it but you're a good wife. I know that for a fact because l was your wife. Don't try to find me, Brittany. Goodbye. And there everything went in a flash, her every words playing. Her face, her smile its the only thing I see. Her voice is the only thing I hear. The loud whooshing of cold air that hit my cheeks is the only thing I can feel. I need to be with her right now. I have to be with her.

She needs me. I need her. Sometimes she can't get dressed without help. Santanas nurse told me as we made our way in her room. Shes been telling a lot of things about my wife since the past few minutes and I dont know if I have myself paying attention, Im nervous for God sake. After a long time itll be the first time that Ill be seeing her. Its the fact that my heart is fluttering that I will see her, I can have her in my arms. Shes adapting well though. She added as we enter the room in the far most corner of the corridor, the walls are painted white, just like in the hospitals or any confinement would look like. Theres a large bed in the middle, the black sheets covering it almost made my heart leapt out, for sure this is Santanas room. Everything screams about her. A large mirror by the corner and a nightstand on the other. The lampshade was still on, and it just reminds me about the fact that she always forget to turn it off every time she would sleep. It automatically brought smile to my lips. I wanted to grab one of her pillows and nuzzle my nose into it, just like before I wanted to remember how she smells and helps me through the day, right now- I dont care about the time I just wanted to see and hug her. She tore up all the pictures except that one. The older brunette told me when I walked to the mirror hanging, I let my fingers run through the picture taped on the edge, it was a picture of me and her on the bed, I still got my eyes closed whilst she have her lips pressed against my cheeks, our hair sprawled over the pillow, and theres an obvious smile lingering on my lips. This way. I dont know but my heart is pounding I shoved my hand inside my pocket as I try to contain my breathing. The older brunette swept the white curtains, and I automatically brought the back of my hand blocking the glimmering ray of the sun. I slowly flutter my eyes open, landing on a brunette head sitting on one of the bench whilst she got a sketch pad on her hand. I swear that everything stopped. Everything. Theres the familiar lump in my throat all I wanted to do is swallow it, I dont want her to see me crying, shes seen enough that night. I dont want her to think that Im weak just like before, she made me strong. And Ill stay strong, for her. You have a visitor. I wanted to walk towards her, I wanted to engulf her in a bone crushing hug. I wanted to kiss her, and I just want to see her face. I just want to hear her voice.

A visitor? That voice! I know that a single tear escaped my eyes when her voice reached my ear, I wanted to close my eyes and just absorb and remember her voice, I just wanted to keep it playing inside my head. Thank you. Santana speaks up and clears her throat before getting up on her feet causing the notebook to fall. My body went autopilot as I ducked down and picked her sketch pad on the cold floor, I let my fingers brush over the pages, and there are a few sketches on the first pages, at first you cant quite figure It out, the last page- it got a blonde- haired woman with her piercing blue eyes. I know its me. She remembers me, somehow. Don't you... recognize me? I asked lowly and hands her sketch pad, she just stared at me before taking the notebook off my hand and she stuffed it over her chest. All I want to do is hug her. Seriously! Do l know you? she asked. I just bit my lip and a subtle nod as a response. She knit her brows together like she was trying to remember me. I cant rememb- Nice to meet you. I cut her off. Im willing to introduce myself even every single second of every single day if that would assure the fact Ill be with her. Ill be her memory and Ill be her heart thats what I said and Im ready to achieve that. Im Brittany. I said as I offered my quivering hand, Im willing to make every day like the first time we met, just for her. She just stare at my hand and back to my eyes. Im Santana. She finally muttered as she took my hand and shook it giving me a tight lip smile. A/N: And theres the prologue. Ill try my best to post the first chapter as soon as the exams were over. Promise! Anyways thank you for reading. Let me know. (: