Peculiar; C. Madrigal

thirty five;

-stars in her eyes-

"You're home," Bruno smiled, he was a whole new person now. The man's hair was still messy but it stayed in place, his green ruana was new but it still had the same patterns "You knew," (Y/N) replied, to which Bruno nodded and chuckled "well, yeah-...uh, oh! Visions!" Bruno chuckled, showing off his room as Camilo and (Y/N) walked pass it "See you guys later!" Bruno then walked into his room.

"Hola Casita," (Y/N) smiled, all her nostalgic dreams were right here. Casita wiggled her windows as a greeting "They all missed you," Camilo frowned, walking hand in hand with his lover towards his toom "It's nice" (Y/N) replied.

Camilo opened his room, (Y/N) has been here a couple of times but after four years, she found it quite amazing. It was big and was full of pictures, a big bed with hammocks scattered along the small hallway, there wasn't much mirrors but the room was definitely full of ponchos and boy clothes.

The room was big but the only (Y/N) could see was the jar of wishes, it was still there after the years. Camilo walked in his room and quickly grabbed all his clothes, feeling embarrassed about not realizing the mess he made.

"You kept it?" (Y/N) questioned, walking towards the shelf before grabbing the jar "of course," Camilo replied, The responsibility of love is to keep someone's heart safe.

"why is it still full?" She was not worried, seeming to find it quite nice to see how much he wanted to grow with her but the idea of him not taking care of himself and slacking off because of her leaving made her worry.

"I didn't accomplish any of my wishes," Truthfully answered the young man "why? you can still continue your dreams without me," (Y/N) broke out, she sobbed feeling so heartbroken that Camilo would give up on his dreams just to be with her "Oh, but mi amor..." Camilo frowned, placing his thumb and pointer finger under her chin "I want you to know that all my dreams is to be with you," (Y/N) looked up, her tears ran down her cheeks as she tried not to hiccup "what do you mean?"

"You wrote every little dream you wanted to reach," (Y/N) remembered writing how she wanted to visit paris and maybe even find her soulmate but she couldn't do that because her soulmate is right in front of her "I wrote my plans with you," Camilo wanted to light up the mood "I even wrote how I wanted to take you out on a date,"

"I want to do all of that with you,"
If only our eyes saw souls instead of our bodies how different our ideals of beauty would be "I'm bad with words," (Y/N) chuckled at his words, she did not know what to say, she was flattered and she was blushing "I hope you're good in reading eyes," Camilo whispered, placing his forehead against hers, closing both their eyes as their hands intertwined with one another.

(Y/N) remember when she met Camilo,
the hands of time stood still; him and his camera smile- a flash of something real.

They talked until the evening, the moon came out for awhile; the clock resumed its ticking and his heart was on the dial.

The morning came to claim her, as far as she can tell- she will never know the other, who knew her quite well.

The lovers rested on the large bed, their bodies tired of all the waiting and for the first time in years, they figured they were now safe and sound "If I disappear, will you look for me?" whispered Camilo, his lover's her arms wrapped around his torso while he snuggled closer to her "even in a crowded room, I'd only look at you" (Y/N) reassured, feeling the weight of his shoulders disappeared.

"Tell me," Camilo told her, his eyes were closed and was sleepy, their sleepy bodies and minds became mush "those kinds of letters will stop coming, the legacy is kept safe and you're mine" Camilo smiled, showing his teeth as he giggled "I'm yours?" Camilo questioned, she hummed in response as she twirled her finger on Camilo's hair loops "you've waited this long mi vida"

One day he looked at her, and it suddenly occured to him how beautiful her smile was, He heard music in her laughter; he saw poetry in her words.

Camilo asked her why she had that look on her face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revelation. The second they tried telling themselves they weren't in love was the moment they realized they are.

As the months go by, The two inseparable lovers and their family bloomed every second. It was finally their happy ending, why was the plot so long?

Hi, as an author who believes in soulmates. Two souls that are always meant to be together, sometimes it takes time, sometimes it takes a parallel universe or something but the thing about soulmates is that they are always meant to be.

It was never my intention to give them a happy ending, but I thought about how it hurts for a person to wait this long only to see that I, the author, became the bad guy of the story.

In the end,
I was ready to give it all up-everything.
I was half out of my mind with love. And I didn't think twice about what I was throwing into the fire, as long as I could keep it burning for just another minute-If only I was allowed to sit there longer besides its pale glow.

Between the seas, galaxies and moons.
I was lucky
I stepped on the same land
I dreamed under the same stars as you.
...

-Fin