𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

A mothers promise

This chapter takes place directly after Mirabel and Bruno leave!

Third P.o.v

"Mirabel! Where are you?!" Julieta's throat was hoarse from yelling, but would that stop her from trying to find her youngest daughter? Absolutely not. She and Augustín searched endlessly for their daughter, the same little girl who would come into their room at night because she had a bad dream, the little girl whose eyes would light up when Julieta would make her favorite meal, who helped others before herself. They looked through the rubble of their destroyed home, they searched through the closest edge of the forest, and nothing. Julieta fell to the floor sobbing, Augustín immediately stooped down to his wife's level to comfort her, but how could he do that when he could barely comfort himself?

The two sat their, tears streamed down the both of their faces. They didn't move until their eldest daughter Isabela came to get them and bring them back home. Home. How could it still be called home if Julieta's little girl wasn't there waiting for them? It couldn't be a home without Mirabel's smile, or her laughter... They walked back to the hill that once held a home, but now, it held broken rocks and furniture, shattered pictures and torn wood. Julieta couldn't focus on anyones words, everything around her was slowed, she walked into the rubble, her family watching her, she grabbed family pictures, looking at each and every one of them "Mirabel was never in any of our pictures.." her voice was broken and low. How had she never noticed? She never noticed how her Mirabel was never in pictures or portraits. There was only one portrait in the entire town that her daughter was in.

Julieta turned her head to face her now torn apart family "Why was she never in any picture?" she questioned everyone there. She dropped the photo that was in her trembling hands, she looked around more in the rubble, trying to look for anything that once belonged to her daughter. The heartbroken woman picked up a blue wooden picture frame that was now covered in dust, it held one of the only pictures of Mirabel, it was when her baby was helping her cook in the kitchen, Julieta remembered that day clear as day, it was Augustín that took the photo.. She hugged the dust cover frame to her chest and sobbed, her cry's shook her body, she lost her daughter. Her Mirabel..

When she became a mother, she promised to always protect her children no matter what happened. Her children would always come first; Julieta let the fear of her mother make her hesitate to stand up for her youngest child. And she regretted it so much, the guilt clouded her mind and made her sob harder, her husband walked over to her, sat down next to his dispirited wife and embraced her; tears of his own fall down his face. Julieta clung to her husband, she was scared that if she left go, everything she had left would slip out of her grasp. If she could take back every moment of happiness and give it to her children she would; because that's what a good mother does, but if she couldn't do that..

Then what was she?