TW/CW: Slight body horror, mentions of blood.
Camilo remembered the exact moment it happened.
His eyes met Bruno's as the man genuinely laughed for the first time since returning, curious hazel meeting joyful green.
His heart swelled, his cheeks burnt, his lungs tightened until he felt something bloom in the back of his throat.
The napkin he coughed into revealed crimson petals.
Every day that followed, a new flower would bloom in his lungs.
Bruno would smile, chuckle, pat his shoulder, feed his rats, speak, breath and there would be new petals coming up Camilo's throat.
He hid the evidence the best he could, kicking himself when his sister witnessed a floral coughing fit.
Dolores had simply given him a sympathetic look, pulling her own blood-splattered petals from her pocket.
Camilo felt the roots cracking his ribs as calloused thumbs wiped his tears away.
Large buds bloomed deep in his chest as warm lips pressed to his forehead.
Rough petals rose with bile as his tío mumbled apologies and prayers.
Warm blood slid down his lips as his tía and prima led him to the kitchen.
He misses the flowers.
He misses the pain.
The flowers meant he could love.
That his passion could burn for someone.
Now he was painless, flowerless, loveless.
And the cold seeped into where the cracks used to be.
A/N: I have no idea what this was, but my high brain thinks this is amazing. It's wonderful and angsty. I will write actual one-shots, I just felt like this format for this one. I hope you fellow degenarates that enjoy seeing Cami suffer liked this.
Have a slutty day. Slutty for happiness. <3
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