Primrose ~ Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Part 12

I woke up with a shot, bedsheets thrown around my room, my mind scrambled with images of the dream that I just had. Well, it was more of a nightmare than a dream, horrifying images coming to my mind, my brain aching at the thought of those things actually happening. Sunlight seeped into my room though the thin curtains that were blowing in the wind from the open window. I walked over to it, my body aching for the fresh air that it gave me, and the joy of seeing the bright sunlight. As I drew nearer, I noticed the faint silhouette of a thin vase. I drew the curtains, a faint sweet smell drifted upward to my nose, brightening my mood ever so slightly. It was the smell of a primrose, a flower that I loved as it was the flower Camilo normally gave to me. Even though we were only friends at the time, he never passed up on an opportunity to give me a flower for my hair, 'something to bring out the warmer colours in your skin' he would say, a warm smile spreading across his face, brightening my mood by knowing that he was happy.

I picked the glass vase up, moving it over to my bedside table where it could sit for the day. With the curtains open, it would get plenty of sunlight, without having to worry about the water evaporating in the light and the heat. Attached to the vase by a small thread was a note, small and hardly noticeable unless you were looking for it. I gently brought it up to my view, careful as to not rip the brittle paper. The words written were 'meet me at the river at 11', the handwriting beautiful and clear, while also changing throughout the sentence. I knew who it was from, so I didn't need to worry about a stranger leaving a note on my windowsill in the early hours of the morning.

I put on an outfit, ensuring the colour yellow was the dominant colour. It was my favourite, reminding me of the sun, of joy and happiness. It was the colour of Camilo's ruana, and the colour of the primroses he often gave me. The air was cool, and from what I could see from my open window, the sun hadn't risen too far, meaning it was still the early hours of the morning. Normally, or at least by what I was told, every gift ceremony would last throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning, and the next day people would normally sleep in for a few hours to catch up on the sleep they missed. This meant that me and Camilo would have a while to be in each other's presence before he had to leave to help people around the town.

I paced down the stairs to the shopfront of our home, quickly leaving a note to my parents as to where I would be before I left to go to the river. The town was quiet, not silent though, with some people making their way out of their houses, beginning their days as if it were a normal day. Most greeted me with a yell of 'Hello', while others only smiled and nodded, none leaving me pass without a small greeting.

When I got to the river, I noticed Camilo sitting there, tending to a small plant at the riverside. When I got closer it was obvious as to what it was. "So this is where you get all of those primroses then. I thought you were asking Isabela to make you some every morning. That would make sense as to how she knew how you felt about me" I told him, sitting down beside him, watching the small waves of the river run down to the ocean. "You caught me. I didn't think you'd be here this early, you looked like you were really deeply asleep not that long ago" he whispered, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere that we had. "You were watching me?" I questioned, curious as to why he would be watching me while I slept. "I don't mean it in a creepy way. I just noticed when I left the primrose there. I didn't stare at you or anything, I just quickly looked and then came here" he muttered quickly, seemingly not wanting to warp my perceptions of him.

"It's really peaceful here today. The sun is shining beautifully" I recognized, Camilo nodding along to what I said. "It is beautiful, although I prefer the sunset, it was the inspiration for the portrait yesterday" he confessed, eyes staring at me. "Really? I didn't think of that as what your inspiration was" I spouted, a small grin growing at the corner of his mouth. He leaned closer to me, hand reaching to rub the back of my neck. "It was the first time we came here I thought of, the sunset in the background made you look even more beautiful than normal" he started, the compliment making my cheeks blush. The two of us sat there for a moment, staring at each other softly, before the two of us decided to lean closer to each other.