Fernado POV
"Fernando?" I heard my Abuela ask. "Who are you talking to?"
"Abulito Pedro," I called back.
Abuela stumbled into the room. "Where?"
I shrugged. "Here. There. Everywhere in the Casita, really."
"But where now?" Alma asked.
"I mean now," I said. "Abulito Pedro... well, his spirit is kinda weird. Like he is the house... or possesses it at least... it's not like Brisa..."
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Sol / Sofia POV
I clenched my fist as I looked at myself. "It's just another doble..."
"Just take it to the door," I heard Mami say through my bedroom door.
"Okay!" Fernando called back.
I waited a second for them to leave before I looked at the mirror again. I put a hand to the mirror. "I'm tired of being a doble!" I muttered, rage growing in me. "Tired of being the other half of a set! I just want to be me!" I punched the mirror in my rage.
A knock came at me door. "Are you okay?" I heard my Mami's voice through the door.
"I'm fine, Mami!" I called as i held my bloodied hand to my chest. "I just dropped something on a mirror!"
"Okay," she said. "Just be careful cleaning it up."
"We got it covered," I called, producing a double to pick up the class. "I'll have to ask Tia Julieta to heal me..." I muttered. "What a sucky day..."
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Maya POV
I covered my ears and the noise in my head finally muffled.
"Are you okay?" I heard Sofia ask beside me in a muffled voice.
I nodded. "I'll be fine." I took a deep beath and took my hands off my ears.
who's this? i should know them, right? / it's those madrigal girls... which one is which? / i could use a sandwich. / note to self - pick up that skirt from butterfly tailors.
I groaned as I tried to figure out which thought were my own.
i'm hungry...
"It's only one, right?" Sofia asked. "That's not too late for lunch, is it?"
"No, it's not," I smiled. "Let's get something from Tia Rosa."
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Mi Cielo (A Bruno Madrigal X Fem!OC) - Complete
FanfictionMariposa Dulce, a girl with one foot, has know the Madrigal triplets since they were little. Now she's fallen in love with the youngest triplet, Bruno. Will their story be one for the ages? No lemons, some strong language