It's been 5 years since you've left. Camilo regretted not saying goodbye, or apologizing. You were still in contact with him and a few of the Madrigals, but he stopped replying to your letter, letting them pile up in the corner of his room.
According to Dolores, sometimes he would shape shift into you, but it never made him feel complete, since the only form he remembers of you is when you were 15.
Everyday he would go to your cottage, leaving everything as how you left it. The pile of crumpled papers on the floor when you threw them at him, papers stuck on the wall with a thumbtack, and hundreds of paper cups everywhere. The Madrigals would recommend for them to clean it but he refuses, leaving everything dusty, but he wouldn't care. He reads your letters over and over again, wishing he confessed to you.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled as he hugged the stack of letters you left.
He checks out the window to see it was getting dark.
He gets up, opens the door, then left, with the lights on.
Lights are on, but nobody's home.
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