My darling , my love (Camilo madrigal x reader)

49 ~ take me back

YOUR POV ~

As we are the rest if our breakfast a lingering awkwardness spread around the table

No one dared talk to anyone, solely focused on the food in front of them

The occasional 'thanks Julieta' was mumbled as everyone ate their breakfast

But there was now a tense sensation between me and Camilo, it was the first one we'd made contact with eachother, or even been near eachother...since

I shook my head softly to try to get it out of my head, it was as if it were a stalker.

A stranger in black forever following me, waiting for my vulnerability to strike.

I played with my food with my fork, I had no appetite anymore, and I fear that if I did eat something, it wouldn't even taste of anything anymore

Noticing my behaviour, Isabella gently place do her soft and delicate hand on my back, moving her fingers slightly

'Hey...' she whispered

I loved to her turning my head ever so slightly

'It's okay to be sad...' she started as she placed a light violet flower in my hair

'But bad assess never mope over a boy' she finished as she tucked a price of hair behind my ear,smiling to me softly

I nodded my head slowly smiling back at her as she gestured to my food

'Umm y/n' I heard mirabel speak form the other side of me

Almost everyone had brought their attention to our side of the table now

'I made you this last night' she smiled as she pulled something from the side of her chair

It was a starfish stuffed animal, a bright orange colour with wonky eyes and loose threads

He was perfect

'I know it's not the best but...' she didn't get to finish as I took the starfish in my hands, squeezing it into my chest slightly as I kissed it

Mirabel sighed with relief as she saw my reaction

'I love him' I said as I placed a hand on her arm, smiling brightly

'I'm glad' she spoke back to me as she smiled

CAMILO'S POV ~

I watched y/n closely as the silence looked over the table, deciphering her every move

I couldn't bare going without her anymore, I needed to tell her that I was sorry properly, but just whispering it across the table.

I watched as she start to play with her food at the end of her fork, trying to take the opportunity to talk to her

But as I tried to speak, I was met with Isabella's eyes glaring straight at me

I looked back down to my plate and sighed at my failure of an attempt

As I went to eat something, I felt a light tap on my forearm