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Missed me

-+-Third POV-+-

Y/n made their way through the markets with their groceries and walked up to their house. As they opened the door they were greeted with their parents, Alejandro and Sofia, sitting at the table. Y/n helped their mother make dinner and sat down to eat with their family.

They all knew that their family wasn't as big as some others in their town, but they only needed each other to be happy. The L/n family tree didn't have many people in each generation, they were always cozy with what they had. They were always a small, humble family.

"So, Y/n," Y/n's mother cleared her throat, "what took you so long to get back home? You were gone for a couple hours."

Y/n knew their charm wouldn't work on their parents, they knew everything about them. They knew a dumb answer wouldn't get passed them, but if they kept thinking they'd seem suspicious.

"I wasn't really aware of time and I just kept wandering around. I had some really interesting conversations though! One Lady told me how her fish died because Senor Bruno told her and he was right!-"

They cut themself off when they realised they talked about the madrigals. They were expecting their parents to tell them that they don't talk about the Madrigals, but they just glared at Y/n.

"We do NOT talk about that family! You know nothing about what they did to us, they always acted innocent around you and your brother because they didn't want to hurt you." Alejandro exclaimed, "Go to you room!"

And with that, Y/n put their half finished plate at the sink and slumped over to their room. The sun peeked over the mountains, making the sky a beautiful painting of oranges, yellows, and purples.

Y/n pulled a chair to their window and sat down with a paint palette and a notebook. They started painting random lines at first before they got more intense and expressed more emotion. A page full of aquas, oranges and greys.

They then grabbed a pen and started scribbling faces and object on top of the paint. Some of the paint was wet and moved around the page with swirls and curves with black ink emphasizing the middle.

When it was done, it displayed all of the angry and confused emotions they were bottling up inside them. They knew talking to someone about it would help much better than painting, but they couldn't trust anyone enough.

They got changed and hopped into bed with a clear head. They lay there in bed before hearing a tap on their window. They stood up and walked over to find Camilo on the other side of the glass.

Geez, Y/n thought, he really missed me that much.

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