Part 1
Adora sits at her desk in her bedroom in Brightmoon. Her head was full of thoughts and memories. Tears were threatening to spill over but she held them back. Her heart ached to be curled up in their bed in the barracks, to be sneaking around after hours giggling and shushing each other, to be back in her arms where nobody could hurt her, to feel her soft fur against her skin.
To just be back with her. To be back with Catra.
She picked up the pen and pressed it to the paper.
Dear Catra,
Theres a lot I want to say to you, but I’m not sure how, so I’ll just do my best. Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my body and stamped it flat. I’ve cried myself to sleep more times than I can count because I feel like part of myself, a part of who I am, my heart, my soul, whatever, is missing and I don’t think I’m ever getting it back. The sound of you purring haunts me when I’m on the edge of sleep and I want to badly to hear it again, to hear your soft snores, the sound of your laughter, the way your voice sounds when you call me stupid or dumb. Nobody here calls me anything but Adora. Or She ra. You used to call me ‘Dora’, do you remember that? I loved it so much and I miss it. Everything suddenly got so complicated and most of the time I have no clue what to do or how to even get thought the next five minutes. Id give anything to have you back by my side again, to have my partner in crime back, my best friend.
When I told you that as long as we had each other nothing really bad could happen, I didn’t account for me being the reason we separated. So I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for always being Shadow Weavers favourite. I’m sorry for never defending you properly.
I’m sorry I fucked up so badly I landed us here, on opposite sides of a planetary war. I’m sorry that I made you hate me. I’m sorry that I made you pull that lever.
That portal reality was… a lot. It only made me miss you more, miss you more than I’ve ever missed anything in my life, more than I even thought possible. I miss you so much it physically hurts if I think about it too long.
I know we’re supposed to be enemies now, but I can’t bring myself to hate you. My heart aches to have you back with me and it always will. You’ll always have a home in my heart Catra.
I love you.
Adora
Adora folds the tear blotted paper. She stuffs it into an envelope and carefully writes Catras name on the front. Adora never intended to send this letter of course, but she had to get it all off her chest somehow, and Perfuma had suggested this. Perfuma had also suggested to burn it or rip it up, but Adora somehow didn’t have the heart, so she carefully places it in her desk drawer and wipes her eyes, feeling a little better.