I'LL JUST SAY YOU'RE PRETTY [Camilo X Reader] [Fanfics]

#03 : You'll find strength in pain

[y/n]

I felt a different feeling of sadness seeing my mother's coffin hanging out of her final resting place. My mother's younger brother Tio Diego said that it would be best for Mama to be buried alongside our other families. I was grateful that Mama had always told me about our families the l/ns. Soft winds blew over us as if caressing and patting our backs in comfort. The swaying long grasses fill the air with beautiful white noise.

My tio was the only one crying as he listens to the priest's words of encouragement and farewells for my mother. Doña Julieta had her hand on my shoulder providing me more strength to face reality. As the priest gave his last words, he gestures towards me silently asking if I had anything to say. I nodded and made my way to the front of the crowd.

All eyes were on me full of sympathy and love. I searched the faces as I looked for something I need to get the words out and my eyes landed on Camilo. His green eyes soothed me and I stared into them to have a few moments of peace. He gave me a sweet smile and an encouraging nod. A deep breath in, and I let my words free.

"My Mother, Mina l/n was not only my Mama. She was also my friend. My best friend. She was my world. She did no wrong to deserve what was given to her." I spoke loud and clear. I told more of her great deeds and the kindness she gave to others. Some gave a slight chuckle when I tell them of her funny antics. "If there was a way I could talk to her again, I'll say, Mama, your worth is more than anything I could ever own. I won't change anything about you. I love you." My voice cracked a bit as I said my last words but a sense of acceptance made me strong.

I walked back to where I stood before and Camilo took my hand and gave a gentle squeeze. I could muster a small smile for him.

The funeral went on and a lone tear betrayed as I see the bury, my mother. When I die, I hope to see you be strong and not cry for me. I'll never be gone y/n. I'll live on in your hearts. Those were the words to me when my father died and I had promised to respect those wishes.

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Later in the evening, I was taken to my tio's house. He told me he works as a tailor. The house was a lot bigger than our old house.

The main floor consists of a huge living area with a lavish fireplace and soft couches, a kitchen that sparkles with marble tiles and a huge oven, and two workshops he claimed to be for him and Primo Marco. The upstairs had 6 rooms with 3 spares I could choose. He also said to pick another room as my working area for whatever I like.

"Do you need anything else?" Tio Diego asked me as I settled in my new very large room. He helped me put up a small bed under a huge window that oversees the forest behind the house and a cute bedroom table with a large oval mirror. He also insisted to provide me with a huge wardrobe saying it'll help when he makes me new clothes.

"You've done enough Tio." I smiled at him.

"We'll be okay y/n." He pulls me into a hug and handed me a book of our family's history before leaving.

I subconsciously locked my room and lay on my new bed. Sleep unexpectedly overtakes me and I closed my eyes.

[Camilo]

"Come on! What's she doing now?" I nudged Dolores on the shoulder. We were in her room listening in to y/n.

"She's sleeping, Camilo!" She groaned in annoyance and flicked my forehead.

"Ay! What's that for?" I rubbed my head.

"For being a creep." She huffed. " Now get out of my room." She pushed me out.

"Waaaaiiitttt!" I held on to the doorframes.

"She's asleep. What more do you want?" She kicked me from behind before closing the door. I raised my finger as I wanted to talk back in anger but, sighed instead. Who was I kidding? y/n was already asleep.

I made my way to my room and lay in my bed. I stared at the thousands of mirrors floating above my room. Each has the reflection of someone else. It made them twinkle like stars as they moved about occasionally bumping into one another.

However, my mind was still brought back to y/n. How was she doing? When can I meet her again? How can I make her feel better? I asked myself but couldn't answer. I don't know her too well yet. I stayed awake pondering.