Bruno Madrigal Snippets

Almost moments

(Bruno's pov)

It felt strange, having the small box in my ruana.

I wandered out of my tower, looking around me nervously. I felt as though anybody who saw me would know.

That I had bought an engagement ring.

I have been with Y/n for a while now. We've officially begun dating well over a year ago.

A few weeks ago I finally got the courage to have an engagement ring made for her. I carry it with me everywhere.

I had asked the jeweler to make the ring for me. We had talked for a while about how it should look. He showed me some designs that he was working on and explained what would work together.

He had a certain look as he talked. The kind of look you get when you know a secret and you can't just blurt it out.

I was too nervous to really question him about the look, though. Having the ring made is like it makes this real.

I'm going to ask Y/n to marry me. Even though I know she'll say yes, I am nervous.

I have no idea how to ask her. I want it to be just as perfect and special as she is.

So I am carrying the ring with me anytime I leave my tower. In case I find that perfect moment.

There have been a few times where I almost asked. Something always pops up, though.

The first time was right after I had received the ring.

We were in her bedroom, working on a romantic scene between a couple that had been separated for a year. The couple were from different towns and the towns hated each other. Family members had found out that the two had been sneaking out of the village. Believing they were meeting with an enemy, the families have kept them trapped.

The scene we were acting out was the first time in a year that they've been able see each other.

I had thought that he could ask her to run away with him, to a new town where they can be together.

I had been so close to proposing to Y/n, in the heat of the moment, but B/n showed up, letting her know her mother wanted her.

The second time was when we were in my room. I was working on a script and thinking out loud as I sometimes do. I had mentioned out loud the idea of proposing.

She had looked up from the book she was reading, and I had to make up a scene on the fly of a couple in my story proposing.

She simply smiled and said it sounded like a good idea.

The third time we were at my house, watching tv together. Nothing too special, but Y/n was looking particularly lovely that day.

The moment was sweet. She was sitting beside me, her head on my shoulder. My arm was around her shoulders.

It was such a domestic thing to do. It just proved once again, that I don't need to be doing anything special with her to feel love for her. Just being beside her, doing basic family things, fill me with joy. All because it is her.

Just as I was thinking about asking her to marry me, Pepa walked in, raining heavily.

She was angry about something, and my kind-hearted girlfriend jumped up to calm her friend.

The last time was when we were walking through the village. The sun was setting, and the scene was just so beautiful. I wanted to propose to her there, but I froze.

It was like the words just got caught in my throat.

Why can't I ask her a simple question? We've been together practically our whole lives.

I can't imagine her saying no.

Is it because I know I don't really deserve her?

She is beautiful, sweet, and kind. She is such an innocent woman who wouldn't hurt a soul.

I'm just me.

With my thick unruly hair. Crazy glowing eyes, creepy magic. My constant anxiety. My social awkwardness.

What is it about me that she could really be interested in? I'm just 'meh'. That is the best I can say.

There are plenty of guys that better looking than me. Smarter than me. With normal eyes that don't glow. With nice hair that doesn't make them look unkempt.

Guys that don't have visions and aren't considered bad luck. Guys that aren't awkward like I am.

So many other guys in the Encanto that are more worthy of her than I am.

I know that if I ask her, she will tell me that she loves my eyes. That she loves my hair because it's soft and she can run her fingers through it. Y/n will tell me that I am smart, and creative as well.

She really likes that. My creativity. She loves the stories I write and my gift of acting.

She says she doesn't mind my visions either, and she has never thought I had bad luck.

Y/n is just an angel. I don't know how else to explain it.

So, why am I having so much trouble with this? Why am I so nervous?

I know I love her. I've always loved her, for as long as I could remember.

I know she loves me. If she didn't, she wouldn't spend nearly all of her free time with me.

I sigh as I feel the box press lightly against my chest.

I gave a smile to Pepa and Mama as I passed them on my way outside. I am on my way to visit Y/n.

We had made plans to meet up at the bakery to spend the day together.

Maybe one day I will be able to get enough courage to do propose.

I don't want to have any more 'Almost' moments.