"𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝟐"

Chapter 23: 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔

   "Oma, help!" I yelled, banging on the door.

It opened slowly and I ran inside, frantically searching for my grandmother.

   It's only probably been about ten minutes since Camilo left, and I was still crying.

   "Ala, what troubles you?" Oma asked, standing from her seat.

I walked up to her and held her right hand in both of mine.

   "Oma, I messed up. I need your help!"

   "What happened?"

   "My...friend! Camilo, I- I hurt him!"

   "How? Did you hit him?"

   "Wha- no, no. I...rejected him."

   "Rejected...how?"

   "He confessed to me, and I rejected him."

   "Hmm."

Oma pouted slightly, furrowing her brows.

   "Why did you reject him?" she asked.

I sighed and looked down at the floor, wiping my eyes.

   "I...got scared."

   "Scared of what?"

   "...I got scared that I would hurt him, and that I would never be good enough for him."

   "Why?" Oma asked.

   "I don't know..." I whined frustratedly. "Can you go back so I can fix it?"

Oma let my hand go and tilted her head towards me.

   "Ala, I tell this to everyone who asks: there are consequences-"

   "I know, I know. I can deal with them. Please, I have to fix this." I said.

Oma shook her head.

   "You're not fully grasping how detrimental this is."

She turned towards her time canvas and waved her hands, causing her violet braille board to appear.

   "Come see." Oma said, beckoning me near.

I stood next to her and looked up at the canvas.

   The image of Camilo walking towards me with the flowers displayed, and Oma and I watched and listened as our entire conversation played out.

She furrowed her brows and slightly shook her head at our words.

   Once Camilo left she rewound the event, pressing numbers and letters on her board.

Bruno's vision showed this exactly, and neither of us had any idea what was going on at the time.

   "I saw this." I said.

   "So you have?" Oma asked. "What did you see after?"

   "I only saw what happens in the garden, not after."

   "That's all you need to see, Ala." Oma said.

I looked at her questioningly, not understanding what she meant.

   The time canvas paused when Camilo and I embraced. Oma then spoke.

   "Look closer." she said.

I looked at Camilo, and he looked happy.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "You." Oma answered. "Look at you."