Camilo x Female Reader

Part 14

A few months after your decision that you couldn't get back together with Camilo, you didn't know what you had been thinking. Life without him was boring and depressing. You wished you could at least see your ex-boyfriend Cami, even if the 'ex' part of that sentence made your chest hurt like you hadn't been breathing. Okay, maybe seeing him wasn't the best idea. But still, you missed him like heck. Your fourteenth birthday had been miserable because it had come only a week after your breakup. You had come to realize that most of your friends were related to Camilo, so you had trouble escaping the memory of him all night. The weeks after that hadn't been much better. You hated how a relationship that had only lasted about a month had made a negative impact for longer than double that. You had already been broken up for more than six months, and every day you got sadder and sadder. You had only seen Camilo once since that horrible day, but you hadn't really gotten a good look at his face. So, you didn't know for sure whether Mirabel had been trying to make you feel better or actually telling the truth when she told you he was a mess. At any rate, you thought that he would have gotten over it by then, just like you should've been doing. Getting over it. But you couldn't. Every time you thought of those big brown eyes, you melted. Melted back into that big puddle of sadness. He used to make you melt like chocolate, now you melted like dirty ice. It was misery. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, like you often did at that time, thinking of things that pulled you back under. The sadness drowned you like a weighted net pulling you under the ocean. It also made you think of some interesting similes. 

You got up from your bed where you had been wallowing in self pity, hungry. It seemed like it was almost time for dinner, but who cared? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. All there was in life was the same things repeating over and over. You woke up, you ate breakfast, you felt a horrible sadness, you ate lunch, you took a nap to escape the sadness, you ate dinner, and you went to bed. And repeat. You fell into a numb routine, somehow feeling a horrible sadness numbly. It didn't need to make sense, it was just how you felt. Your mom had made you an arepa con queso and some dulce de leche, but even your favorite comfort foods didn't keep you from feeling this impending sadness. Your would-be one year anniversary with Camilo was in a few weeks. You were doomed.

Author's Note:

Hey y'all! Sorry for how utterly sad this chapter is, my real life mood is actually very positive right now, so I don't know where that came from. I hope I didn't bum y'all out too bad. I promise you great things for next chapter. Also, I just found out that Encanto was set in the early twentieth century. I will now be writing from a sure time period, right after the Thousand Days' War, which is the reason Abuela fled her home. No more throwing in random modern things like sweatshirts and monopoly but being too scared to have Camilo take you to the movies! I will know what had and hadn't been invented/ available to Colombians in that time period! Yes! Sorry, y'all probably don't care about that. Thanks for reading! :)