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

Visions - Bruno's POV

"Tío Bruno! Tío Bruno!!", Mirabel's voiced carried through our newly rebuilt casita, as she looked for me. She always wants me to join them for breakfast but it's just too much. I'm not a fan of all the back and forth chatting so early in the morning, asking me questions and expecting me to just "fit in". But if I don't come out and join them she'll end up coming to get me and that's even worse. Ugh.. Why can't I be a morning person like the rest of my family. I've been getting even less sleep than usual, which wasn't great to begin with, but now.. it's like I wake from dreams that I can't remember and a feeling in my chest that has been eating away at me. Something is different but I haven't had any visions since giving Mirabel hers back before our casita fell. And I don't plan on offering up any again.

"Tío Bruno!!!!", she called again as she knocked on the wall I sat behind. I could go back to my new room but I'm not ready yet and you know what, that's okay.
"Coming...", I answered back as I stood out of my chair and made my way through the small labyrinth, stepping into the hallway where she waited, arms crossed. Is this kid really going to scold me?? Ignoring her questioning look and walking past her she catches up to me.

"Why don't you move back into your room?", she asks. I really don't feel like explaining this to her right now. I haven't even had my coffee yet. "I will.", I shrug.
Jumping in front of me to block my path, ""Tío Bruno, I have to ask.. You don't seem happy still. I know this is a lot of change and nobody is asking you to be who you used to be but I have to know... Have you ever wondered about your own future? Why haven't you tried to see yours? You could!", she blurted out with gentle eyes that showed you was only concerned for me. It was nice to see.

I haven't thought about it much in recent years. I used to wonder what would be and curious to see what my future might hold but let's face it, my visions aren't helpful and I don't need a vision to know that I'm stuck here, doing the same thing, day after day. It is a tempting idea but no.

"Why would I do that Mirabel? The fish dies. The end.", I answer and push past her.

But what if I did look... If I just peaked. I could always just stop it if it looked like it was going badly, which it probably will but hey, how much worse could it get for me.

"I can see you thinking about it...", came Mirabel's sing song voice.
"Okay look, let's say I did, let's say I tried, what then?", I voiced my thoughts out loud.
"I don't know but can't hurt to try, right?", she smirked back.

The smell of coffee was getting closer. Coffee first. Then I'll think about it. Maybe.