Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 6: Tensions

Twelve year old Y/N Alcantara didn't know when or how it started.

After the triplet's cumpleaños, you were still normally interacting with each other; you would kick their door down (with much difficulty, you might add. Their new rooms were ginormous), greet them a good morning, eat your breakfast at la casa Madrigal, go to Profesora Joselita's open classroom, play after lunch, take a quick siesta, then play again.

It was supposed to be like that.

But then, their gifts came. No one would come play with you anymore.

Whenever you greeted Julieta in front of Casita, she would be ushered by Alma to go into the town square to give her magical food to the villagers. Your Madrina Alma would smile apologetically while she led Julieta away saying she needs to go somewhere more important than play time.

You huffed, nothing was more important than play time!

When you saw Pepi near the fields, you would wave her over and offer to play, but when the sun became brighter when she saw you, the farmers would remind Pepi to make a drizzle. It would leave her frowning for the rest of day while she grumbles under her breath.

You didn't want to be caught in Pepa's nerves, so you did what any sensible friend would do;

You ran.

A book is safely pressed against your chest as you run towards your best friend's house. Bruno promised that he would read the book about the outside world with you together. The thought excited you, thinking of the things that you could tell your favorite Madrigal. He was the best audience you could ever wish for, and he absolutely loved listening to you as you prattle on and on and on about what's it like outside the mountains of Encanto

You just wished he wouldn't be too busy to put it off like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that...

You shook your head. This time, you're going to get Bruno to read with you!

You were now on your way to Bruno's room. It was almost time for siesta, so you had to hurry up to see the young seer before you slept (Dios, you didn't want your papi to find out you skipped your siesta to play. He'd be livid). There was a line of people inside his tower today, all looking up at the many stairs that spiraled overhead. Some of them just came down, an emerald tablet in hand. The people who were done with their visions had smiles plastered on their faces. You assumed their futures were bright and you were happy for them.

You stopped to marvel at your best friend's room for a moment. It was absolutely huge. You still couldn't quite grasp how large his room is, but you did know one thing;

It was beautiful.

Behind you was the sand timer archway that stretched high above the smooth stone walls, two spiraling staircases framing it in the middle. Sand fell from above an emerald lined opening and into an intricately tiled basin below, creating a mound of soft sand that seemed to stay the same height as it was when you first saw it seven years ago. You and Bruno used to play in that very same mound of sand, creating castles and forts, playing tag, even burying his body underneath that soft pile.

The walls of his room were of smooth stone stained in a light shade of brown and maroon. There were smooth jade pillars that seemed to blend into the wall, yet it did not make them the center of attention, no. They seemed to blend in well with the design.

There were towering arches by the side, sand falling down like a curtain from above. The room was elevated with a tiled platform, and when you peered over the edge just a bit, you could see intricately designed patterns on the sand below. You remembered one of your mother's journals explaining these patterns; an art form from one country in the continent of Asia. You swear it started with a B—Bonyaki? Boreki?