Part 2
“Are you sure theres no more of that cream here?” Catra asks, digging through one of the drawers of Adoras desk, her tail swishing behind her.
“Yeah, I used the rest of it after my workout last night, Ill have to get some more from Perfuma,”
Catra crouches and pulls open the bottom drawer, frowning as she notices an envelope addressed to her crumpled slightly at the back of the drawer.
“Whats this?” She asks, pulling it out and standing so she could lean back against the desk. She pushes the drawer closed with her foot as she turns the envelope over in her hand.
“Whats What?” Adora asks, looking over from her place on the bed. She was brushing her hair in her sports bra and sleep shorts, sitting with her knees bent, legs splayed out to the sides.
Her face instantly flushes and she scrambles to her feet, tumbling off the bed. She drops the brush on the floor as she reaches to snatch the letter from Catras hands. Catra is quicker though, and she jumps up onto the desk, crouching and holding the letter away from Adora.
“Its addressed to me,” She says “Can I read it? Please?”
Adoras face burns thinking about the contents of that letter, or what she remembered of it, it was so long ago. She sighs, leaning back against the desk and clasping her hands in front of her. She really did appreciate Catra asking her permission.
“I guess,”
Catra sits, crossing her legs below her. She carefully pulls the letter out of the envelope and does her best to uncrumple it, smoothing it out across her knee before picking it up to read it.
Adora watches as Catras expression morphs as she reads the letter. She looks down at her hands, nervously fiddling with her thumbs, her long blonde hair shielding her face.
“Adora…” Catra whispers when she finishes, her voice soft and vulnerable “I-”
“I wrote that almost two years after I joined the rebellion,” Adora says quickly “Just after…just after the portal,"
Catra looks back to the letter, then lays it on the desk, sliding to her feet and walking over to Adora, taking her hands in her own as tears begin to roll freely down her own face.
“The portal reality just….destroyed me, for a really long time,” Adora says "I had my entire life torn down for the second time and I saw everybody I cared about die, you twice, and I didn't know if any of you would be okay,"
Catras ears flatten in guilt, something inside her still believing that it was her fault, despite her therapists insistence that a lot of larger things were at play in that decision.
“I was really angry, and also mourning, both for Angella and that fake reality. But I couldn’t bring myself to direct any of the anger at you and I just couldn’t understand why. I mainly blamed myself,”
Adora looks up at her, tears in her eye and a look of despair on her face.
“I loved you so much, even then, and I didn’t know how to handle that. At the time I didn’t even realize it was more than just platonic,” Adora says with a laugh, sniffing “Perfuma suggested I write all my feelings down in a letter to you,”
“And did It help?” Catra asks, placing a hand on the side of Adoras face gently, afraid her touch would shatter Adora into a million shards of glass.
“It did for the moment, but only getting you back helped me to fully work though how I felt, and when you told me you loved me? Its like everything fell into place,”
Adora smiles at her, leaning into Catras hand slightly, her own hand coming up to rest against it. Catra steps closer, between Adoras legs, and pulls her into a hug. Adora buries her face into the felines chest, gripping her back tightly, as if when she let her go, Catra would just fade back into memories and dreams.
“I love you so much,” she says, crying into Catras chest as Catras hand weaves into the hair on the back of Adoras head.
“Adora, I love you so much and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I put you thought all that, that I made you think you were to blame for anything that happened,”
Adora pulls back, horrified, taking Catra face into her hands and pressing her forehead to hers
“Don’t you ever apologize, we both put each other through a lot but its okay, we have each other again, we’ve grown, we've made amends, the past doesn’t matter anymore,”
“Im never letting you go again,” Catra says
She kisses Adora, pouring as much love as she could into the gesture. Then she pulls her into another hug.
“Promise?” Adora asks, her voice muffled in Catras shoulder
“I Promise,” Catra says, squeezing Adora tightly.