La Luna - His Future || Bruno Madrigal Fanfic || Book One

The Thread That Holds Me Together

This one is my favorite. It's the one I come back to most.

It almost hurts too much some days to start the song but it's all I have of him. It's all I can do to see him. Seeing this future, this happiness is the only thing pushing me forward now. It's still possible, this future, right? Otherwise why could I still access these visions. There's still hope. For 'Us'. Mi familia.

*deep breath*

"I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for"

I can see myself singing the words, clear as day, surrounded by the green glow that I've come to know as my own. My gift. My future. Time skipping has gotten easier now that I can connect to these moments this way. I look so at peace. So happy. There's nothing else, just me, leaning against what looks to be a kitchen table, singing this sorrow filled melody. I know what comes next and I desperately strain to hear him. The sweet cords of his tiple guitar as he walks into the vision ring out as an echo, tugging at my own heart strings. The way I look at him in this vision, with so much adoration and love, it's almost heartbreaking. He leans down and places his forehead softly against mine as he plays and almost whisper sings his chorus, like a love letter meant just for me..

"I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes I'm still running"

Our voices mix together so soft and yet so powerful.
"You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Oh my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for"

As the song begins to fade into the background the distant screams grow louder again. I hate coming back from skipping. The sounds of fighting seem to only be more pronounced during the quite of the night. I clutch onto the memory for a few more seconds before having to let it go. I have to be strong now.

It's been almost a decade since he first came to me in a vision, during one of his own. I know he didn't see me but I saw him as if I was standing in the room with him. He looked so sad, so hurt. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and place my hand in his and give it a squeeze. He needed me. He needed someone. Ever since that day I've tried and failed to contact him. Countless attempts and time skips. It was like he was cut off from me, from the magic and our bond. I couldn't find him and I felt like I failed him. He deserved better and I failed him. Every vision and time skip shows me that we find each other but the when and how is always hidden. I've waited so long and this time and distance only hurt more with each passing day.

Banging on my door rattles me back from the pity party I was throwing myself. It's midnight, so that must mean Lo is back from his rounds.

Lo's raspy voice boomed from behind the door. "Open up chica before I break it down", he huffed.
"Alright alright... Lorenzo", my voice sounded sadder than I had intended.
"Next time you decide to watch one of your vision rom-coms do it before our meet up time, huh.", Lorenzo scolded.
Rolling my eyes, I changed the subject. "Ha. Ha Lo. So spill it. How many guards did you count?", I asked.
His face hardened. "15 or so from what I could see. Benji is going to shift and scope it out from above now. We should move everyone tonight still. We can get as far to the southern border without being seen if we leave now. They're all preoccupied over on the north side for tonight.", his tone all serious per usual.

I sigh and slump down onto the pillow on the floor. The only real piece of comfort I had in this room since we've moved safehouses 6 times this month already.
"Fine. Go wake Mateo and the others.", I breathed out.

I'm so tired. I know Lorenzo won't say it but he's looking more exhausted than usual too. Tonight's the night. We're gonna make a break for it. Our group has grown and is almost too big to hide amongst the rubble and fallen homes. I shudder at the thought of what they'd do to us if they find us. Especially the kids. Especially those of us with gifts.
Lorenzo's face softened.. "Don't look so disappointed. You know it's for the best.", He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

All I can do is sigh. Lorenzo knows how I feel about trudging trough the jungle with a bunch of kids. I love those kids. I saved most of them myself when they were orphaned during the first attack, but heaven help us if we have to carry them half the way. We'll have to think of something cause that's a big NOPE from me.

*song 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For' by Scarlett Johansson, Bono*