𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

wait for you

CTTO: dos-oroguitas

Inspired by the Book of Life.

You and Camilo were inseparable for as long as the two of you can remember though a fateful accident and an angry father would tear the two of you apart. Camilo vows wait for you. No matter how long it takes.

"(Name)! Camilo!" A frustrated and angry scream had echoed on the streets of Encanto.

It was a common occurrence for the people of Encanto to hear one name after the other being yelled out followed by children's laughter. Everyone had been used to it by now, shaking their heads as two familiar eight year old's had run by, hand in hand with one another.

The perpetrators? The trickster pair of Encanto, the infamous Camilo Madrigal and you, (Name) Castillo, the only daughter of the town's revered tradesman as well as widower, Ignacio Castillo. The two of you had ruled the streets of Encanto with your pranks and jokes. It was an unlikely duo to be sure. Most thought of you as an angelic little girl who could do no wrong, unbeknownst to the people of Encanto, you were a menace. Maybe even worse than Camilo Madrigal whose infamy preceded his good deeds.

You two were inseparable, often being found side by side with one another. Many knew of the bond the two of you had. There was no Camilo without (Name), and there was no (Name) without Camilo.

"C'mon, (Name)!" Camilo exclaims as he pulls you to the townsquare, intent on losing the angry baker whose face was red with anger and covered with flour, chasing the two of you.

It would have been a normal occurrence had Camilo not been distracted by you. It was no secret that he had admired you, and as an eight year old boy, he thought nothing of it. Just some silly little crush that made butterflies flutter in his tummy. Just some silly crush that would have him awake all night thinking of that smile on your face. Just some silly little crush.. right? His freckled cheeks reddened as he tightened his hand on yours, giving it a squeeze as he looked back at your smiling face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you had laughed before your happy face had turned into one of horror and he felt you tug on his hand.

"¡Estar atento! Camilo, look out!" Before he could react he could feel himself crash into someone, ruana snagging onto a particular sharp corner of one of the milk crates in the farmer's hands, pulling you with him and you had recognized the shouts of alarm from the local dairy farmer. Crates of precious bottled milk came toppling over and the milk had soaked the once dried path.

The aftermath was not a good one. You were both on the ground, reeling from the collision. Camilo groaned in pain, holding his head before a soft wince had caught his attention. He immediately sat up, ignoring his blurred vision, his now ruined ruana, and the pounding of his head.

"¿Estás bien, (Name)?!" The shapeshifter was by your side, helping you sit up. He grimaced at the sight before him but all he could focus on was you who gave him a toothy grin, ignoring your own pain to answer the worried boy.

"I'm alright, Camilo." You reassure but before you can say anything more, a familiar and stern bark had made you stiffen up, freezing in Camilo's embrace. "Oh no.." You had pursed your lips, glancing at the milk crates with the familiar brand that was embedded on the wooden grain.

'Comercio de Castillo' greeted your eyes and you knew you were doomed. Your father's trade supplies. The whole lot of it now pooled underneath your sandals.

"(Name) Elena Mendoza Castillo!" You had paled, looking up to see your furious father. If he could have steam coming out of his ears you were sure he would have had it already. You hadn't seen your father this angry before and you scrambled to stand up, grasping onto your now ruined dress that was stained with mud and milk. Shame filled you as a crowd had started to form, whispers and murmurs of gossipers filled your ears as they tried to see what had gone down.