Here's one I wrote for the competition. The pairing is Soul "Eater" Evans and Maka Albarn, from Soul Eater. I tried to make it seem like a more conversational letter with Maka's more natural tonality (coming from her more sophisticated vocabulary) and include strike-throughs and the like in the hopes of capturing the feeling of a handwritten letter. Note that this is written within the manga canon.
Oh, and if I win (though I doubt it haha), I'd love Kumi!
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Dear Soul,
How do I start this kind of thing? I've never written a letter to somebody for Valentines Day, but I'm quite certain you're supposed to open with a greeting...so hi! Happy Valentines Day! How're you? I know it's only been a couple of months since we've seen each other, with you going to Mexico for your Deathscythe assignment and the like, but I must say, it feels like you've been gone years. It's almost like you're on a distant planet, somewhere far away from our solar system. Anyway, I know you probably expected a phone call instead of a silly letter if ANYTHING, and I'm sure you'll find this awfully wordy (my apologies), but on papa's suggestion (yes, him of all people), I thought it might be a little more... um... romantic, to write you something by hand.
Everything is fine for the most part in Death City. Kid's taken to his new position as Lord Death quite well, and with a little bit of help from Blackstar and I, he's actually turning the city into some symmetrical nightmare of OCD-borne perfectionism. Okay, scratch that; it's actually much more like a lot of help. There was this one time where he tried to tear down all of Shibusen because he found out that one of the candles was three centimeters shorter than another- aaaandddd I'm rambling aren't I.
I'm sorry. I just miss you a whole darn lot, not that you wouldn't mock me for saying something like that. I'm not sure whether you miss Blackstar, and playing basketball while I try to read in the brief silences between loudly shouted expletives at each other, but part of me hopes you do. And I feel awful saying that, because I want you to have fun, and to grow as a person on your mission, but the thought of not seeing you every day when I wake up is more heartbreaking than I thought it would be. When you spend years of your life living with somebody, falling in...love...with them, and then watching them be sent off somewhere where you haven't a hope of touching them for a long while; well, it's a lot harder than I thought it would be. And to be fair, it's not like I thought it would be easy, watching you go, but being the person who turned you into a Deathscythe leaves me wondering whether we're still destined to be partners or if you're just going to leave me in the dust.
I'm being an idiot. A sentimental, teared-up, stereotypical-blonde-bimbo idiot, aren't I? That's what you'd say. I think, at least. I know you pretty well, but my impersonation of you leaves a good bit to be desired, I'm sure. Regardless, more than anything, I hope you're having fun. And I know that this reads less like a letter you'd get on Valentine's Day and more like an obituary for a relationship that never really started, but I sincerely hope that you can look at this and miss me. Which, again, feels terrible to say, but I can't help but hope you care as much as I do. Hell, the rational, non-anxiety-ridden part of my brain is trying to tell me that of course you do, you've saved my life on several occasions, and straight-up TOLD me you love me on others. Yet, that little worry-wart section of my head, probably located in my Lower Prefrontal Cortex (yes, yes, I'm a nerd, get over it), is poisoning my thoughts with the idea that whatever we felt towards each other vanished the same day you did.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you. I don't intend to stop loving you, and I hope to whatever deity's out there (praying to Kid for this kind of thing feels weird) that you feel the same way. Because I miss you. And when you get back, the first thing I'm going to do is crush you with the longest damn hug you've ever been given. Don't stay gone long, Soul. Your bookworm misses you.
Happy Valentines Day. Miss me as much as I miss you,
-Maka.
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