𝐡𝐞𝐫 | dolores x oc (wlw)

08

A few days had passed since your failed kiss, the only painful reminder being her painted hand.

Everytime you would see her, your heart would somersault like those acrobats or spin like a ballerina and there was no way to stop it.

While she was doing her chores and you would walk by or when both of you were sitting at the dinner table, your eyes would meet, staring longingly.

You were aching for her every second.

Your very first kiss with a girl will have to wait a while longer.

That day, the Madrigals were busy preparing for Camilo's birthday.

Deep in thought, you left the house to clear your thoughts of the noise of the familia at work and knowledge that she was close.

As you walked down the pebbled path, you realised you were so out of it that you forgot your shoes. Unbothered, you shrugged it off and continued walking.

You breathed in the fresh air as the soft breeze played with your skirt as you walked. The coarse gravel shifted under your feet, occasionally a sharp one dug into your heel but it wasn't a big deal.

As you wandered, so did your mind.

It hadn't been long since you left home and you had already established a life for yourself here. You wondered if anyone back home missed you, there weren't many that you could remember, and that probably meant they weren't important.

However, your mother did drift in and out of your thoughts, her beautiful smile, her olive skin, the patterns of her vitiligo decorating her, her dark curly hair, the shimmer in her eyes.

There was a flower she always had in her hair, a red one, a red carnation. You hummed at the sweet memory.

Slowly, your eyes made their way to the grass, and so did you. You stepped into the grass and began to look for the bright red petals.

Humming gently to yourself, you waded through the tall grass, the breeze stating its presence with its sound. The pollen was still floating in the air with the summer sun.

After what seemed like an eternity of searching, you found a patch of the exact flowers that used to be displayed in the vases back home and adorn your mother's hair.

You plucked a few and tied them into a small bouquet as you carried it back. On the way, you snapped one just long enough to hold it's own in your hair as you slid it inbetween the strands.

You prayed they would defy the laws of nature and not wilt on your way home.
Home. That was a comforting thought. This was your home.

As you approached closer to casita, the doors opened and beckoned you inside.
By now, the decorations were mostly finished but you couldn't just not help out the family that took you in.

There were beautiful flowers on the pillars and lights shining in every corner, the centerpiece being the candle at the top centre framed by the window.

You wandered around, looking for someone to help, and out of the corner of your eye, Dolores appeared. She squeaked and left as fast as she came in. You tried to shrug that nagging feeling off, and the only way to do that was to get to work.

Julieta was in the kitchen, busy preparing the food, so you offered your help.

"Oh, thank you sweetheart," she gave you a brief side hug and ushered you in so you could begin.

The food smelled divine and it was hard to not be tempted to eat it all.

You carried out all the trays of delicacies onto the tables, waiting for hungry guests to eat them.