Camilo's amor

Chapter 12

Getting a bit more of Camilo and Y/N in this chapter, hope you enjoy 😊

Y/N's POV

I was awoken by my sleep by the sound of duvet rustles and the bed frame squeaking. Confusion was set inside my head when I looked at the clock on Camilo's room and saw it was only 3am. I became more worried when I heard sniffling coming from the bed next to me and I slowly lifting my head up so it was laying on Camilo's mattress to investigate what was happening. To my surprise, I saw that Cami's face was twisted in almost a painful expression and tears were nestled by the corners of his eyes. I softly gasped before getting on to my knees and leaning over to him.

"Camilo, Camilo.... Wake up," I quietly whispered, shaking his shoulder a bit before moving on to stroke his head. His eyes began to open before he squinted at me, probably confused as to why I was waking him up when it was still so dark. His hand moved to rub his eyes before they widened at the feeling of wet spots on his face.

"Did you have a bad dream?" I asked, the idea of him crying shocked me as he had always seemed so happy and cheery, trying his best to make anybody laugh. His pulled the covers further up his face and nodded slightly, his body was all tense and he wouldn't make eye contact with me.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I questioned, not wanting to force him into anything. There were a few seconds that past without either one of us moving or saying a word. Finally he nodded and lifted up the duvet as an invitation for me to lie next to him, my cheeks reddened slightly before moving myself next to him. He has a double bed, however it was quite small so when I had comfortably wiggled in next to him, our faces were close and I could hear his faint breathing.

"My bad dream..... it's kinda stupid, it's uhhh," Camilo started before running his hands down his face knowing where to start.

"Hey it's ok take your time, you don't have to tell me either, we can just talk so you can forget about it," I offered worried that Camilo may feel pressured to me how to he feels.

"No... I think I better to talk about it..... After the Casita fell to ruins and everybody lost their gift and I lost my ability to shift into others people, it occurred to me that no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be useful unless I had my gift," he sighed, not making eye contact with me, probably ashamed for feeling this way, "people before only relied on me to make them happy and to do so, I had to become somebody else. It felt like I couldn't be myself because nobody wanted just Camilo."

"After we rebuilt the Casita, I think the town began to realise how much struggle the gift gave us and began to go easier on us. Yet, it still didn't stop the feeling of me not being good enough unless I was playing another character. I started having nightmares after that, of losing my powers again and not being able to make people laugh. The dream I just had, had me looking into a mirror yet there was nobody there, it felt like I didn't know who is as anymore. I know it sounds stupid, but it scares me a lot," Camilo finished his story and for the first time of being awake, he made eye contact with me.

We laid there staring at each other and as he opened his mouth to say something, I wrapped my arms around Camilo's body pulling myself in so that his head was resting in my chest. I felt him grow from tense to comfortable before hugging me back, he was shaking slightly and I assumed that it was the first time in a while he had opened up to somebody.

"It's not stupid," I assured him, "I think that Camilo is perfect at being Camilo, you don't need to be somebody else to make us laugh because if you haven't noticed, you already make us be happy just being Camilo....It doesn't matter who you are to me because you will always be my friend, Camilo." I pulled away and smiled at him. His eyes became teary again and he rested his head back into my chest, I could feel slight wet patches coming through my shirt and hugged him even tighter. We stayed like that for who knows how long until Camilo pulled back and gazed at me with a sparkle in his eyes.