TOTAL DRAMA ONESHOTS (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Alejandro's letter (Aleheather)

Prompt: Alejandro writes a letter for Heather when he gets out of the Drama Machine, and she finds while sorting out boxes before they move out of their first appartment. 

Mi amor,

I've just left the Drama Machine, and the first thing I wanted to see was your face. I can't believe it's been a year since I've seen your face. I dreamt of you every single night since being trapped here. If my legs worked, I would've ran to hug you straight away. But you were frowning at me.

I understand. You must think I've been avoiding you on purpose. I hope you let me talk to you soon and let me explain what happened. I'm sorry I missed this year. I had hopes too, you know? Not just about the money. 

I had hopes for us.

I wanted to take you out on a date, and talk to you about all the things we couldn't say outloud in the show. I wanted to spend the summer with you on a lost beach, just the two of us, tanning and relaxing, like we deserve. I had even planned for you to take a plane and visit my family, they will love you, once they meet you. I wanted to meet your family too. I had even picked the shirt I would wear when you'd take me to meet your parents.

I still want to do all of that. If you still want me too.

I wonder if you've found someone else. I hope not. The thought of seeing you with another man makes me sick. I'm pretty sure you are the one for me, yet I still have to figure out if I am the one for you.

It's so sad we didn't get more time to be together. Not together like TD contestants Heather and Alejandro, but like Heather and Alejandro, the couple. The normal people. I crave getting to know you out of the contest. Maybe you'll think I'm crazy for saying all of this so early on, especially now that we may not even get the chance to love each other. But I really like you, and the more I know about you, the more I fall for you.

I wonder what you look like right after you wake up. In the show, you're always so put together, so cold. I want to know if booping your nose is as satisfying as I imagine. I want to know your favorite food, and your favorite shows and movies. Hell, even your favorite color will do at this point.

I want to tell you all about my childhood, and I wish for you to tell me about yours. I always dream of you kissing me goodnight, and waking up next to you. Heather, I miss you. So much that it hurts. 

After two months in the Drama Machine, I started to forget how your lips fet when I kissed you. I guess it's understandable, since we haven't really kissed a lot, but it hurt. A lot. Then I spiralled, fearing I'd forget your voice, or how you look. But that never happened. You were the only thing that kept me alive all those months. Everytime I shed a tear, I could see you scrunchin your nose and telling me to suck it up. Every night, I could hear you telling me that you miss me. You0ve never said that to me, but I'm delusional enough to believe it. 

I just hope we get another chance. And that you never find this letter. But if you do, there's one thing you should know: I'll always come back to you. And I'll always be there for you.

See you soon,

Alejandro.