Primrose ~ Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Part 32

The shock in the room was met quickly with a deafening silence. It was uncomfortable, and I felt as though the eyes of the world were staring at me, judging every slight movement I made harshly, blaming me for every word that I said. The stares from the family felt as though they were penetrating my head and staring at my brain, hoping and praying that I would explain what I meant by what I said. But I just couldn't. The anxiety of the situation was extreme, and I felt as though I had a fever coming along from the immense sweating and the high temperature coming to me.

The first person to speak up was Julieta, most likely wanting to diffuse the tension and the anxiety that was in the room. "So you're saying that there are other families like ours, and that you came from one, right?" She asked softly, and I nodded in response, but never looked up to face them. How could I? I'd just told them that their family wasn't unique, that there were others out there that could find a way into Encanto. If one decided that they wanted to be the only one with a miracle, they could just find a way in and take care of it themselves. It would make this place less safe, less protected, and make everyone on edge about whether they were going to be safe even leaving their house.

My heart started to speed up as anxiety began to overtake me. I'd found out too much in the past few hours, and being in a situation with this much tension wasn't that good for me. Dolores probably sensed this, leaning down slightly and squeezing my shoulder to ground me. It worked a bit, but I knew it wasn't going to do much until the tension in the family was completely gone.

"What happened to your family? Why don't you have a gift?" I heard Mirabel whisper, but it was loud enough that everyone in the family heard, and they all looked at me expecting an answer. But it broke me. How could I tell them that I was the reason that almost my entire family was dead? How could I tell them that it was my fault that presumably the residents of the town I lived in all died due to the cracks and the breaking of our miracle? It would make them hate me, make them think about how badly Mirabel's gift ceremony could've gone, and would make them hate her in turn. I couldn't let that happen.

I was brought back to reality when I was pulled to my left slightly, being engulfed in a tight embrace by Camilo, and whispers of 'take your time' were told to me. It was comforting, especially when I felt as though I was about to break down in tears. "When you feel up to talking about it, come find one of us adults, alright Y/n?" Their abuela said, and I nodded slightly into Camilo's chest.

Everyone went away after that, going to do their own thing, but it was obvious that what I'd told them wouldn't go off of their mind, that it would stay with them until they got a proper explanation at least, but even then they would still think about it, think about what I'd told them, how they would probably never be safe because people could come in from outside the mountains. It would be my fault that it would be on their minds, and I would never forgive myself.

"What happened when you went home?" Camilo asked softly, leaning his head to lay on mine as he spoke. It took me a moment to respond at all, but I moved my head to point to his door, saying that I didn't want to be in the middle of the house while everyone else was here while we talked. He knew what I wanted almost instantly, getting up from where we were sitting and reaching out a hand for me to hold as we walked.

We walked quickly up the stairs, everyone else looking over to us for only a moment before turning away, knowing that it would be best if the two of us talked in private. They knew I trusted Camilo, and they knew it would be best if I talked to him about what was going on first, away from everyone else so that my emotions could overcome me, but not in front of the whole family.

When we entered his room, the walls were coated in a deep purple, and yellow stage lights illuminated the room to contrast with it, making it easy for us to see. I knew he was worried. He was worried about me, about his family, the town, everything, but this was solid proof. And unlike before when he would bring me into his room and there would be a small bit of pink mixed in, showing he was slightly embarrassed that I could see how he was feeling, there was none this time. Only the deep purple that covered the walls. He sat down on the edge of the bed, tapping his lap to say I should either sit down or lay on them. I took the second option, walking towards him quickly and laying down, his hands running through my hair to calm me.

"My mother has a gift. She still has it now. She can make people see the past. I think she does it by digging her nails into your skin and leaving a cut that goes away when you come back from what you see. She showed me what happened the day that everything went to hell. It was my gift ceremony, but I didn't get one, and then everyone started arguing and fighting, and our house and everything around it all began to crumble. I think almost everyone that lived in the town died that day, and only a few survived" I confessed to him. While I was talking his hand stopped still in the middle of it running through my hair. His body went stiff under me as he listened intently. When I finished we both sat in silence, neither of us knowing what to say next.

"Other than you and your parents, who else survived?" He asked after a few minutes of silence, moving his hand once again to run through my hair. "Maria, apparently. I think she was a close friend of mine. And if I'm guessing right, her parents might have died with almost everyone else in my village. It would make sense as to why she would hate me" I muttered, and he hummed quietly in response. It was calming for me, just laying with my head on his lap, not caring about anything else. It gave me time to calm down, to forget everything else, but also give myself time to process it.

After about an hour I got up from Camilo's lap, and he only looked at me in confusion. "I think it's time we tell the adults about what's going on" I said softly, and he nodded in response. I got up before he did, reaching out a hand for him to take, the same way he did it for me earlier. But when he took my hand I didn't expect him to pull on it tightly, dragging me through the house. I thought that this was his attempt to make me feel better before I had to tell his family about what was going on, and the possible dangers that might come to the town if they weren't careful.

The house seemed quiet, and I couldn't tell where anyone was. The air had a slight chill to it, and the wind just blew by with a whistle. The two of us ran together towards his abuela's room, and when we walked in all of the adults were already in there. They all looked towards us with wide eyes, and after a moment of deep breathing to calm myself, I began to tell them everything I knew. By the looks on their faces they knew how dangerous it was for everyone here now that people could get in from the outside. Their abuela's face dropped more than anyone else's. It made sense though. She had to deal with people from the outside hurting her family, causing her harm and taking her husband away from her, and now she knew that it was possible for people from the outside to get into our safe haven. It was a horrible thing to have to deal with.

After I finished explaining, the adults told me and Camilo to go back to his room, or go into one of the other Madrigal's rooms. I could only imagine that they were going to discuss what was going to happen, and maybe leave to talk to my parents. "Do you feel alright?" Camilo asked, pulling me in for a hug quickly. "Yeah, I'm alright" I responded quickly, holding on tightly to his chest. "Do you want to nap? Or maybe we can get something to eat?" he asked, pulling away slightly to look me in the face. "Is all you think about food and sleep" I joked, a slight chuckle escaping my lips as I said it, and another coming from him after he took in what I said. "At least I have my priorities straight" he laughed, pulling me back in for a tight hug. Even after the chaos that had been today, he just made me feel happy and loved, and I wanted to make him feel the same way as he made me feel.