i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when you smile
thantophobia
(n.) the fear of losing someone you love
emilina cortez was born into a small family in encanto. she was happy...until her mother died. then, she started secluding herself from ever...
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The two returned to Antonio's room where everybody appeared to be having a good time. The music had resumed and people were dancing to the upbeat sound. However, the music didn't stop Camilo from pulling Emilina into a slow dance. The two were off to the side, Camilo's head resting on Emilina's shoulder; her head against his chest.
Emilina sighed, pulling away from him, but their dance continued. "Camilo, the cracks were there," she muttered.
"And I believe you," he muttered, glancing around.
"But they disappeared and I don't understand how..." Emilina said.
"Magic? That's how the cracks got there in the first place, right?" he offered.
"I guess, but why would the encanto do that? The miracle supposed to thrive, not fail. Your Abuelo Pedro gave your Abuela a miracle so your family would be protected," she said.
"I don't know," he sighed, stepping closer to her so his head was returned to her shoulder.
Emilina sighed, relaxing against his touch. "Me neither," she muttered.
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After the celebration, Emilina went to find Mirabel. Not to her surprise, Mirabel was sat on her bed, head rested in her hands.
"Mirabel?" Emilina said, knocking on the slightly ajar door.
"Sí?" she looked up, eyes red and puffy.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
Mirabel nodded and she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "What did your mamá say?" she inquired.
"She said that my tió Bruno was messed up in the head; doesn't want me to turn out like him," she whispered, shrugging it off.
"I'm sure he couldn't have been too awful and I'm sure if he was you won't end up being like him," Emilina replied, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend.
"Everybody says he was horrible and only made bad things happen, Emilina. What if it's my fault that the cracks were in Casita...?" Mirabel asked nervously, fiddling with her thumbs.
"It wouldn't be your fault, Mirabel. You don't control what does and doesn't happen to Casita," she insisted.
Mirabel giggled quietly as Emilina nudged her softly. The girls released loud laughs that would've brought smiles to anyone's faces.
