Stuck With You [ Extras ]

Reset: One

True Ending | Aftermath 

  " Reset. "

One. 

Carlos stepped out of the balcony, his thoughts in disarray, he took a deep breath trying to reassure himself that it would be fine. 

The sound of the door creaking open quickly caught his attention, a smile crept up to his face, a rush of relief and excitement flooding over him. He didn't expect you to be back so soon, though he wasn't complaining. 

"Camilo?" 

His smile dropped. 

You stared at him, before your expression twisted, eyes flitting across the room. Carlos could only watch, as he realization dawned on him.

"No, I'm–" You began, and glanced at him once again. "Carlos?" You questioned, voice barely above a whisper, uncertainty dripping off of you in waves. 

The sound of his name quickly broke him out of a frozen trance. Carlos could only stare. He knew without a doubt that the girl that stood before him was no longer the one he had shared a tender moment with just moments ago. 

He pushed up a smile. "I-It's me. Carlos." His smile faltered, seeing the way your body tensed, eyeing him with a new found caution. It tore at him, eyes that had looked at him so soft, so lovingly, now only held sadness. 

"R-right, of course, who else would you be." Your voice cracked, looking away from him. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I, uh, I  shouldn't have come in here." When you turned to leave —- Carlos stopped you, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"How did you get back?" 

You looked up at him, trying to rip your hand away. "Get back?" You repeated, confusion spreading across your face. "I, I don't– "

"You were trapped in another world." Carlos said. The surprise that flashed in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed. "Camilo." He continued. "That's the name you called me earlier. A version of myself from the world you just escaped from." 

You gaped at him, unblinking, as you stopped your struggle to get away from his gasp. "I . . .how do you know about all of this?" 

"You." Carlos muttered, voice almost breaking. He quickly pushed away the memories that flashed in his mind.  "The version of you —- Camilo's." He stopped for a moment, what he said setting in.  A laugh escaped from his throat, pained and dry.

That's right.

You were never meant to be his. 

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One word;

pain.