Just believe (Soy Luna One shots)

4. Silvia, Yamiro - War paint

Author's Note: Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to a brand new chapter of Just believe :) Today's chapter is going to be about Silvia, who is the only daughter of Yam and Ramiro (I bet you remember from Miracles of Love, but I'll create a guard map of the kids and parents if needed, if you let me know in the comments). It can be hard to be parents of teenagers, so let's see how are our skaters going to handle it :) It's a bit longer than previous chapters, so sorry about that, I couldn't make it shorter ;)Enjoy reading, I hope you're all okay and having a great time :)

-----21 years after the end of season 3 (2039)-----

Being young doesn't always mean you have everything you wish for. Maybe the boy you fall in love with does not reciprocate your feelings. Or even worse, he deceives you, breaks your trust and leaves you broken to pieces. 

You don't know who you are anymore, after a close person betrays you. Especially if you're a girl full of ideals, with heart made of gold. A girl, who does everything she can to make herself look strong and unattached, using all her power and possible camouflage to make it look like she didn't care. A girl who wears a mask to protect her broken heart from another damage. Miss cold, who is bleeding inside, but is too proud and scared to show that all she needs is a shoulder she could cry on, someone who would hold her tight and put her back together. 

Silvia Ponce sighed when she opened her mascara again to put another layer on her already dangerously dark eyelashes. She silently painted her eye lines both up and down, soon followed by black eye shadows. She still wasn't satisfied, so she added a black lipstick.

While she was preparing herself for the first school day, her gaze fell on the photos that were stuck up all around the frame of her mirror.

She felt her eyes watering when she saw the photo of such a handsome boy with fluffy dark brown hair and grey eyes with a bright, yet cocky smile, holding her slender figure from behind. She was so happy at that time, but everything changed since then.

She closed her eyes to get rid of the tears, yet she couldn't erase the taste of his lips from her memory.

She heard a forceful knock on the door, making her open her eyes rapidly, knowing it was her dad. His voice echoed through the room when he announced. "Silvi, the car is ready, we're waiting only for you, so it would be much appreciated if you finally exited your room."

That was when he met his daughter's death stare in the mirror. Ramiro sighed, then continued, talking rather insistently.

"When are you finally going to take this awful war paint off? You look like a suicide commando, it's painful looking into your eyes." He stated, not satisfied with what he was seeing.

Ramiro wasn't blind, he knew what was the cause for this "war paint" as he called her rather expressive and intimidating make up. In fact, he was horrified of Silvia's change. Both him and Yam tried to talk to her about her problems multiple times, but she just wouldn't open up to them. Instead, she started dressing as an emo and also looked like one.

Silvia said, her voice without any emotions. "I'm not going to take it off. I'm in a rebellious phase of life."

That was it, Ramiro's patience had overflowed and he went straight off to caring and insistent dad mode. He shut the door behind himself, making his way over to her, then finally sitting himself down on her bed, which was right next to her.

He took a deep breath before he said. 

"Sweetheart, both you and I know that this is not the case. You've been dressing like this for three months, which is exactly the time when the jerk who's name I always forget, cheated on you with your biggest enemy..." He was interrupted by his daughter, who said with gritted teeth. "Alejandro, dad. His name is Alejandro."