The Second Encanto

25. Goodbye pt2.

Merella POV
Alma stared at Camilo and I in shock. Her eyes drifted down to see us holding hands. While I held Camilo's hand tighter it seemed like he wanted to pull away. So I let his hand go. His head dropped and he stared at his shoes. My eyes searched his face, millions of questions filling my head.

"What are you doing with her Camilo?" His grandma spat out. I was taken aback by her tone. I was even more shocked to find that Camilo didn't say anything. He didn't try to defend me at all. Tears filled my eyes while I felt my heart break. It felt like someone had drop kicked it across a ravine. I turned and ran away from them. I tried to wipe the tears away from my faces but I couldn't. Then someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into a room. I rubbed my eyes and wiped my nose to see Dolores and Mirabel staring at me. Mirabel had a sad frown on her face while Dolores had an enraged look.

"Dolores tell Merella what you heard." Mirabel said quietly.

Dolores turned to me and said, "Camilo's engaged. That is why my parents have been going out of town. My grandmother found a "lovely" lady for him from the city." My heart sank to my stomach. Engaged? There was no way. He wouldn't agree to that. I felt myself choke up and I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face. Mirabel pulled me close and hugged me.

"Merella it's ok. It'll be ok." Her words did nothing to soothe me. In fact they made me enraged. Not at her but at Camilo.

I laughed quietly. "He had just asked me to be his girlfriend too." I sneered. Then I stood up all the sadness and hurt turning into rage. I wiped my face and calmed my breathe. I thanked Dolores and Mirabel then turned to leave. As I was walking out of their house my fingers went to my hair. I yanked hard and pulled out the violets that I had braided into my hair for him. Before I walked out the door I passed Camilo. His eyes tried to meet mine but I didn't even glance at him. I let go of the violets as I barged out of the door. I made my way back to my house and stormed in. My mother jumped at my anger but I didn't even care. I went straight to my room. I didn't let myself care.

"I mean who cares about him." I reassured myself. Then I watched out my window as my parents went out to greet the new neighbors. I sighed at the thought of another Andres moving in. If it only it had been another Andres. Heck even Andres looked like an angel in comparison to what was about to come.