rosemary | i. madrigal

8

"HELP! HELP, CASITA?!"

mirabel shouted, asking for the rescue of the casita.

suddenly, the piece of wood we were hanging on broke.

is this the end for us? we were just trying to chase after a guy living in the walls, so, how did we get here?

i still have no regrets, though. maybe i kinda regret the fact that i haven't said goodbye to my sister. or maybe the fact that i was never given the chance to help rosemary.

mirabel is slowly losing grip on the bamboo, sliding slowly as we meet our doom.

i closed my eyes before we fell.

but, that didn't happen.

just in time, the man we were chasing came to our aid. his hood is down now, revealing his curly hair and eyebags around his eyes.

is that...bruno madrigal?

"you're very sweaty." he said, while a rat made its way outside his clothes, squeaking at us.

mirabel was surpised, accidentally letting go of the man. she, however, tried to reach him again. she was successful but in doing so, he also fell to the ground with us.

it turns out that floor was just a few inches below me. well, that was embarrassing.

bruno stood up first, waving his arms to get rid of the fog. "hm," he said.

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mirabel and i got out of the hole. finally.

we helped bruno get out too, offering him our hands. he took it, making his way up easier.

once all three of us was up, we looked at each other before bruno walked away, saying "bye".

"wha– no– hold on!" mirabel tried to stop him, quickly following him.

"why didn't you take the vision?" mirabel questioned him, still following him while he's walking away.

bruno's response was only knocking on wood and crossing his fingers.

"what does it mean? is it why you came back or..." mirabel continued whereas bruno only continued to knock on wood.

"tío bruno?" mirabel questioned his lack of response.

i questioned it too. wouldn't it be easier if he just say what the vision means?

"you were never supposed to see that vision. no one was," he finally responded, sighing.

"a little salt." he threw salt over his shoulder, sprinkling the salt all over our faces. we never got to recover, seeing as he also threw sugar.

c'mon, was that really necessary?

i quickly followed him. i didn't go through all of that shit for nothing.

"wait," mirabel spoke up. i turned around to face her. " have you been in here? patching the cracks?"

"oh, that?" he turned around to, glancing at the cracks on the walls that seemed to have been patched by cement. "oh no, no, no, no. i'm too scared to go near those things. all the patching's done by hernando."

"who is hernan–?" mirabel was abruptly interrupted when bruno, well, bruno with his hood on spoke again.

"i'm hernando and i'm scared of nothing!" he puts down his hood again, "it's actually me hehe. i used to say real my gift was acting." he air quoted while chuckling.