i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when you smile
thantophobia
(n.) the fear of losing someone you love
emilina cortez was born into a small family in encanto. she was happy...until her mother died. then, she started secluding herself from ever...
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The morning of Antonio Madrigal's birthday was, to say the very least, eventful. The other Madrigal's were very stressed, especially Pepa. That day, the weather fluctuated between storms and sun.
Emilina decided not to complete her chores that morning. The Madrigal's were literally everywhere. She couldn't risk it. Being stuck in a house with all of them later would be difficult enough.
"Do I really have to go, Papá?" Emilina asked, banging her head against a nearby wall. She had already dressed in a more formal outfit consisting of a white blouse and dark green skirt that reached just above her ankles.
"Emilina," Hernando sighed, shaking his head. "You said you'd tell Mirabel 'hi' and I'm sure Pepa's son has also missed you."
"I saw Camilo yesterday on the porch. We had a friendly conversation before I came inside. I see Mirabel in the village everyday, I can talk to her then," Emilina insisted.
"Well then, it can't harm to come to Antonio's ceremony. It won't hurt to see your friends again," Hernando raised his brows.
Emilina let out a dramatic sob, banging her head on the wall softly again. "What if I said I was sick?" she smirked, brows raised.
"Then I'd know you were lying," Hernando replied.
"Are you absolutely sure it's mandatory? I mean, wouldn't it be more helpful if I could go help señora Maria with her children?" Emilina offered, leaning against the wall.
"I think it'd be perfectly helpful if you could come to Antonio's ceremony," Hernando replied, fiddling with his bow tie.
"Fine, but for the record, I won't enjoy my night," Emilina groaned, making her way to a chair. "Cecilia, come here so I can fix your hair!"
Cecilia listened obediently, coming through with two orange ribbons in her hand. "Do I have to wear braids? They make my head hurt," she complained, placing the ribbons in Emilina's hand.
Quickly, Emilina tended to her sisters knotted hair and pulled it into two braids. At the end, she tied orange bows.
"Leave your hair alone, Cecilia. It can't be that bad," Emilina said, admiring her work. The braids were loose and strands were spilling out of them. They looked bad. Emilina was of no comparison to her mother's ability to do hair.
"Vamos, niñas," Hernando said, scooping Cecilia up and swinging her onto his shoulders.
"Yeah, Emmie, vamos," Cecilia said, turning her head. She stuck her tongue out at her sister. In return, Emilina glared at her, sticking her tongue out as well.
"Yes, very mature girls," Hernando chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm aware, Papá," Emilina frowned, following after the two. She tried to hang behind her father and sister. Maybe if she waited long enough she could just slip inside without anybody noticing.
