Camilo x Reader

•Chapter 2•

                                       2.
   The morning sun burns my skin. I have no idea how long I have been out here but i have developed quite the sunburn. The events of yesterday give me a chilling feeling to the heat that the sun reflects. Marla, the townsfolk, and... Camillo, strike memories. I know what I have to do. I have to get Camillo back. Whatever it takes.
      I tried to form a plan in my mind but all i could think about was the betrayal in Camillo's eyes. I bet he had been planning to introduce Maria to me just as i had been with the wooden cat. But they were two very different things. Maria with her perfect  long curls and the wooden cat with its curved edges and soft exterior. I had glazed it carefully. Little did i know that it would go to waste. All of my hard work gone to waste just because of the Maria character. She was ruining my life... so I would ruin hers.
        I walked through the woods and into the city. It's the same as it has always been. But I am not. I shove past the baker and ignore the seamstress.
      When I arrive at my house, i see my father carving. When he sees me he shouts, "Where were you?"
     "Well I went to Camillo's casita and-"
     "I knew that boy was trouble! I raised you way better than that!"
     "Papa, it's not like that!"
     "That's what your mother told your Papa!" Marla shouts from the kitchen.
    At the mention of my mother i burst into tears and ran into my room. Papa just watched with a painful expression.