The Love of my Life (Hector and Imelda fanfiction)

Héctor Says Goodbye

Imelda and Héctor stood together on the train platform, hugging. 

"I want you to write me a letter as soon as you get there. I need to know you made it safely," said Imelda. Imelda was worried enough about Héctor, and the fact that he was taking the same mode of transportation that had killed her parents made her even more worried. 

"I will. I don't know what I'll do without you, mí amor."

"You'll be fine," assured Imelda. 

"I don't know about that," said Héctor. 

"You were fine before we met," pointed out Imelda. 

"I guess so," said Héctor. 

"Héctor, the train's almost here!" said Ernesto. 

"I love you!" said Héctor to Imelda. 

"I love you too," said Imelda. Héctor gave her one last kiss, picked up Coco, and hugged his family again before Ernesto practically dragged him away. 

Imelda was now holding Coco, who was crying as the train pulled away. 

"It's alright, mija. Papá will be back eventually," said Imelda. "Let's go home." 

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"October 6th, 1921

Imelda and Coco, 

I've arrived in the capital. The train ride was a bit bumpy, and I found myself missing you both the entire time. There are so many people here, and I can't believe that they're all going to hear my music. Speaking of music, my first performance is tomorrow. I'm extremely nervous but expect my next letter to contain some amount of money. Ernesto is being very bothersome. He won't stop talking. I honestly think he's spent a collective ten minutes being quiet since we got on the train. He wants me to stop thinking of you. He doesn't really have a family, so he doesn't understand. I won't stop thinking about you, don't worry. I couldn't even if I wanted to. Ernesto wants me to write songs, but they all end up being sad, which is a problem. I know it'll be better, but I'm definitely going to miss you more when I have to eat Ernesto's cooking for dinner. He insists he can cook. He's been trying to convince me he can do everything, which is not true. Coco, ask your Mamá about how he tried to help us with your room. 

Loving and missing you both endlessly,

Héctor." 

Letters along these lines arrived every week, sometimes containing money. It was never a lot, but it was enough to support Imelda and Coco. Every night, when the clock struck nine, both Coco and Héctor sang Remember Me, the only song that Héctor didn't share with Ernesto. The letters continued, Héctor seeming to miss his wife and daughter more and more until the last one. 

"December 3rd, 1921

Imelda and Coco, 

I can't stay in the capital much longer. I thought this was my dream. I was wrong. I don't need the world to hear my songs. I didn't write them for the world, I wrote them for the two of you. I haven't told Ernesto yet, and although I believe he'll be upset, I've already purchased a train ticket. I don't care about what Ernesto thinks anymore. I can't stay without you for much longer. I miss everything about my old life. I'll be home soon. 

Love, 

Héctor." 

When this letter arrived, Imelda couldn't believe it. She'd missed Héctor too, and her friends and family were starting to notice that she didn't have an interest in doing much of anything. For Coco, singing the song didn't feel like enough anymore. She wanted Héctor to be with her. 

Finally, about two weeks later, the doorbell rang. Imelda and Coco raced to the door, throwing it open. Instead of Héctor, Ernesto was at the door.