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Camilo centric pt.2

Again //////TW//////

It was a busy day so no one really noticed when he got home mid-day the night after leaving. Everyone was out it the village being useful in one way or another. Abuela, who was supervising, had likely realized he was gone.

He really did love abuela but he was so scared of her. So scared to disappoint her. Scared that if he did disappoint her she'd kick him out just like bruno was.

He was alone in his room when everyone came back. His room had yet again transformed. Now it was a dusty old tower where outside the windows were bars. And even further than that the skies were thundering, despite it being a clear day beyond Casita.

He sat by a window and looked out when he heard the voice again.

'you should really just save everyone the trouble and just jump,'

Tears started to well up in his eyes, "maybe I should," he thought to himself.

He sat there and lost track of time when suddenly,

"Camilo we've been calling you for like five minutes, hurry up its time for dinner!" Mirabel yelled from just outside his door.

Just before leaving his room camilo looked in the mirror. He looked a wreck. Heavy eye bags that could rival bruno's. Dried tear tracks raced along his cheeks. Bruises on his arms from where he gripped tight while listening to the voices.

He couldn't let them see him like this. What would they think, they'd think he was a disappointment. He shapeshifted into a happier version of himself, he looked just like he always did. Eyebags and tear tracks gone. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold this form for more than the night if he didn't get some food and sleep. And unfortunately for him he didn't plan on doing either.

<Hi, let me know if you'd want a part 3. Also I'm only using he/him in this story because originally it was meant to be a gender crisis but it got too sad for that. Anyway, pleas comment, vote, and leave requests!!!>