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luis wasn't getting better. he stopped working at the alma bakery permanently. camilo begged luis to visit his aunt. she would always ask for the young alma. but luis declined. people rarely didn't want to be healed. but luis? he was young. only fifteen years old. the perk of not wanting to be healed belonged to the elderly.
"why won't you let my aunt heal you?" camilo asked one day out of the blue. luis shrugged. "she would make whatever sickness you have go away, dummy."
"i don't mind being sick. i'll let it run it's course. i doubt it'll be anything serious." camilo tried to ignore the scared tone in luis' voice. camilo tried to ignore his own fear. because without luis? camilo was just a lonely kid without his lover. how dumb does that sound??
"are you sure 'cause u sound sicker than yesterday?"
"i'll be fine," luis reassured, pressing his forehead onto camilo's. "i promise."
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"camilo?" pepa stuck her head into his room. she had a cloud that was pouring ran. "can i talk to u?"
camilo looked up. his stomach churned. "you have a cloud, mami."
pepa appeared to be on the verge of tears. camilo wanted to be hopeful. "sorry, bebe." she pushed the cloud out of the door. she sniffed. "can i talk to you?"
"yeah, what's wrong?" he moved over so that pepa could sit.
his mother picked at her fingers. his mom was scaring him a bit. "you know how death is a part of living, right?" where was she going with this? "and how it happens even if we don't want it to happen to the people we love?"
"mami," camilo said, putting a hand on his mom's. "just tell me. no speech needed."
