• this is based from s2 and an au where Carla finds Samuel hiding before the police do, and before she confesses.
(sorry in advance, this one shot sucks, and I lowkey hate it).
Deception; the act of deceiving someone: lying or misleading them, surrounding them with an inner world of deceit.
That's the similar type of world Carla's mind was living through right now. Her eyes were close to surrendering due to the sight in front of her.
The sight of the man who she thought was in endless danger, or dead. The man who she was about to risk it all for. That man being none other than; Samuel.
And that too, livid, safe, and just simply present.
Deceit was a common factor amongst the both of them. The games they played with each other, the lies, the usage of one another to solve their problems - she had used that method of games and deceit on Samuel before, and so had he, on her.
Yet, this time, it was hurting Carla more than anything.
She didn't expect Samuel to play with her feelings like that anymore, after she confronted him about the recording, but she also wasn't surprised - more so hurt and disappointed with the familiarity of his games.
Carla was close to confessing everything due to the circumstances breaking down her stamina: stamina to hold in every effort to not break down, to not show everyone the depths of secrets she knew behind her strong facade, to not show everyone how much she just cared - for him, and him only.
However, her plan to confess took a pause once her thoughts led her to Marina's grave. She didn't know why she was there: maybe it was for reflection, a reminder, another push to go confess, she didn't exactly know why.
All she knew was that it caused her to find the one person she wasn't expecting.
She spent a brief moment thinking, whilst at Marina's grave, and after she heard noises when walking back to her car, her curiosity and doubts made her retreat her steps. Although Carla didn't want to invade Guzmán and his grandparent's house (thus, she was going to leave the place without a proper check), once she slightly pushed the unlocked door, and noticed the figure, she couldn't leave.
"Samuel?"
He turned around in a swift, rapid moment - taken aback - not expecting anyone other than Guzmán to be here. Joder.
This wasn't supposed to happen - her in front of him. How? Did she confess? No she couldn't have, otherwise she would be with the police, right?
His thoughts were bombarded with unanswered questions. Questions which he couldn't bare to think of anymore since he noticed Carla standing in front of him, and not near the door anymore.
He took a few steps closer and spoke: "Carla, I-"
His sentence became unspoken as he felt himself being shoved back.
"First the recording, and now this. Samuel, when will you stop?"
Samuel looked at Carla's angered face, which seemed to uncover all of his doings - hiding, pretending to be in danger, using her worries to his gain.
"Do you really think I wanted to do this, Carla? It was the only way."
She scoffed and replied, "Bullshit. It's not the only way, Samuel."
"Yes it is, Carla. You know it's not easy for me. For people like me. This was the only way for Nano to be rid of his accusations, and for Marina's rightful murderer to be caught."
