Mi amor ~ Camilo Madrigal x oc~

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I swung my legs back and forth sitting up on the wall. Camilo and I sat there in silence neither of us knowing what to say next. He kept his hands tightly in his lap. I tapped my fingers on the cold stone. I had told him about my curse. And about my Papis curse. He just sat there silently.

I knew this was a bad idea it wasn't going to end well. People don't take kindly to those they can't understand. I muttered under my breath, "Okay then." He ruffled his hair looking up at the scalding sun. He hadn't looked me in the eyes since he saw their milky hue. He sighed looking as though he was going to say something. But again he went silent.

I didn't know whether to go back into the house or not. Was he gonna say something? I knew it was hard to come to terms with. But he could have said something. Maybe a fuck you for lying. Or even a thanks for letting me know. Or hell I except you.

I tried to break the silence by tapping on the wall louder but it just made the tension stronger. He looked at  me for a second then back up at the sky. He asked calmly, "Why didn't you tell me Valentina?" I shrugged staring at his side profile, "I didn't know how you would take it. I mean I guess I was afraid."

He squeezed his hands tighter his knuckles turning white. "Of me." He said it so low it was barely more then  a whisper. Sitting up I said quickly, "No! Camilo I'm not afraid of you. Just how you will look at me after you find out." His sunken posture straitened a little.

I put my fingers over his trying to be careful. My eyes had never stayed this white for so long. He asked me, "What are you afraid of?"

"Im afraid I could hurt you." I tried to explain, "Sometimes I can't control what happens. And im afraid that if I accidentally hurt you then I won't be able to look at my self anymore. It wouldn't be an accident either because somewhere deep inside of me is a curse. That only wants to hurt people."

He pulled his hand out from under mine. I sunk down. I was right, he wasn't going to look at me the same. Because it's not the same anymore. He knows something no one else in town knows. I mumbled examine his profile, "You can't tell anyone Camilo. If you do then we have to leave. And my Abuela can't take a move." He nodded.

His eyes were glassy as he stared up at the sun, "You don't have to be afraid you'll hurt me Val. Because I don't think you could ever hurt me anymore then never being able to see you again. Or hear your breathy laugh that sounds like your barley taking in air. Or see your pale grey eyes staring at me annoyed."

He looked over at me for the first time, " I don't think I could live without your sarcastic comments. And the way you always pull up your skirt when you run making fly everywhere. I don't think I could live with my self knowing the only person who treats me like I'm not just a Madrigal. Or like I'm just the boy who can become someone else."

He placed his hand on mine. I stared back into his dark eyes my vision slowly returning. He smiled a little pushing the loose knotted hair out of my face with his free hand. I said softly, "Camilo...please you don't have to say all of this it's okay."

He tilted his head saying, "But Valentina I do. Because you can't get it through your big head that curse or not you are in no way getting rid of me. Your Stuck with me."  I shoved him gently with my free hand being careful not to move my other, "You know my Mami is watching us from the window right." He laughed looking at the window. I watched Mami dart out of the way of the window. She's always been nosey. But now I think more then anything she was scared. Like how I was.

Camilo moved his hand off of my mine apologizing, "I'm sorry." I didn't tell him not to be sorry. I wanted to. I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to let my self feel something for him. But I couldn't. Even though he knows now it's only slightly different then it was before. I can still hurt him. It's just now I can't hurt him by my own fault.

I rested my head on his shoulder, "You know your more then just your gift right?" I felt the weight of him leaning against me. His arm wrapping around my shoulder pulling me closer, "You know your more then just your curse right?"   Maybe what made us friends was the fact that we both thought it was our "abilities" that defined us. Or maybe it was the understanding that we wanted to be more then just different.