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IT WAS FAR TOO EXPLICIT TO THINK THAT CAMILO WILL EVER SURVIVE CELESTE'S PRESENCE THE VERY SAME NIGHT HE MADE HIMSELF LOOK LIKE A CACOON. It was embarrassing to even more repeat the memory of what he had just done a moment ago before his prima, Isabela, took the girl away from him and their plate Arepas con queso that stayed uneaten just by the empty dinner table.
"Worth a shot..." Camilo mumbled under his breath, scoffing in annoyance as he remembered the, yet again, sinister and nasty look that his cousin had given him. Yes, he was criticized yet again and was treated like a spineless coward by no other than Isabela. But who could blame her when Camilo thought of himself the same way.
Camilo's hands felt empty. He lowered his gaze, staring at his palm as he remembered the nice feeling of having Celeste's warmth being embraced by hands.
It felt pleasant having to realize how her hands perfectly fitted in his, how her fingers would slightly flinch as he rubbed the cuticle of her fingers. Thinking about it made his cheek redden, mentally slapping himself and rubbing his palms to shoo away the guilty pleasure he was feeling.
Just at that simple sentiment of longing, Camilo was so close to snapping. "Well, at least I didn't shapeshift like crazy in front of her... Hah, damn it." He groaned, standing up from the chair he sat at and slumping his shoulders as he reached out to the plate of Arepas and fruits he had bought specifically to feed Celeste with.
He snooped his head over to the nearest father clock and sighed, it was already six o'clock. An hour or less before his brother finally receives his gift. Meaning that his mother is probably searching for him. He sighed at the thought and shrugged.
As he cleaned up and picked the plate of food, his eyes were unusually very timid. It was surprising how a girl's absence made him feel uneventful especially on a day that's clearly supposed to be eventful.
It was a shame that Isabela took Celeste almost the moment he was about to explain himself, and maybe even blurt out a sudden confession because of his stupid infatuation over her at that time.
But as Camilo was about to exit the dining room, with a plate of food in his hand and a visible scowl on his face, he couldn't help but hear something. From the way he felt tingles in his ears, he heard something that shocked him.
"There's always next time, Camilo." Someone whispered, as of it was an unknown presence that was with him. Camilo felt his chills run down his spine the second he heard the rather ghostly whispering of a man, cascading through his ears that made him gulp. His eyes were wide open, trembling slightly in fear of the idea of his house being haunted. At this point, he'd rather be homeless.
"Uh, hello...?" Camilo greeted nervously, standing still that one could've easily thought that he was glued to the ground. He snooped his head from every direction, checking who in the world was the person who dared speak to him in such a ghostly way. "Is someone here? Hello? Dad, is that you?"
