Disclaimer: I don't own Encanto (Disney). I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.
(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)
(Inspired by this video: https://youtu.be/eKSliAp6d4Q. Cover isn't mine.)
(Hope you enjoy.)
Casita had always been more loyal to Mirabel than anyone else. Always helping when needed, assuring despite no orders. She considered Casita family more than her actual family.
Now Casita died in her arms. The last remains being the candle slowly flickering to a halt as if it was trying to stay alive just for Mirabel.
Casita, why? You saved the worthless one.
Mirabel revered the situations if anyone else had been in Casita's way of saving the candle. Cradling the object in her hand gently like a baby's precious body. Casita considered Mirabel as its own child, feeding her the food necessary when her family forgot she ever existed.
They all looked so happy together.
Without Mirabel. Was she ever needed?
Maybe I should put myself off permanently.
The thoughts returned per month, one day a week after an insult or an incident in which the Madrigals didn't help Mirabel with a task Abuela or someone else forced on her, this thought happened to be one of the worst.
Not the worst, still one of them.
Casita...
A twitch of floor tiles tapping Mirabel hands. It tapped thoughtfully, one last kind gesture during Casita's last moments of true life.
"Thank you, Casita. You were always the nicest."
Two taps and a cheerful sounding slam of two doors sounded in her ears.
"Your welcome, Mirabel."
She wished Casita were alive today. The candle flickered mockingly in the palm of Mirabel's hand, herself deciding what to with it exactly.
Squash it.
Her hand moved according to the signals sent out by her brain. Attempting to crush the barely flickering giving miracle, she found that her hand..refused it's one orders.
Somewhere in Mirabel's brain, the natural affection she had for the Madrigals still resided enough that she wouldn't take away their well deserved gifts. Not yet.
Not now. Maybe not ever. The love she has for the Madrigals, her mama, papa, tìos and cousins and sibling held enough she wouldn't crush their hopes of a better tomorrow.
Not yet. Not yet.
The voice certainly wanted to.
"Crush it, dear Mariposa. Crush their dreams as they crushed your happiness. Don't they deserve the punishment you fantasise?"
Mirabel's grip on the candle tightened. The internal conflict constantly fighting within her heart and mind's subconscious clashed in what to with the near useless object in her hand.
She had one desire: Having Casita back.
Crack. Crack.
The sound responded to her thoughts. Candle still burning slightly, Mirabel clutched the object close before standing to feet, adorning a darkened determined expression in her crying face which showed the true grief.
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Twisted Reflection (Encanto oneshot)
FanfictionAll her life, she hadn't been able to receive a gift. She is neglected, ignored, even abused in some cases. As she holds the candles, the last remains of Casita, she decides no one should deserve anything amazing when someone else receives worse. Mi...
