His Mariposa (Camilo Madrigal x Filipina!Reader)

CHAPTER 48

A/N : The translations in this chapter is in the dialogue itself ^.^ no need to scroll up and down.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER!
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Y/N continued to sob into Camilo's chest. 

Milo didn't understand. She was fine earlier, what did she say to Estrella that triggered this reaction? Has she been holding this in? And for how long? These sobs weren't like the ones she cried before, Camilo can feel it.

Before her cries were very easy to comfort, just let her let it out and crack a nice joke, but this time it felt like she wouldn't like jokes so he just let her cry into his chest.

He could feel her arms around him, desperate for support and he was there.

No, he is here. He hugged her back and reassured her over and over again. Whatever reassurance that would be related to her problem, he whispered into her ear.

But Y/N continued to sob.

"I- I miss everything, Milo. I miss Nanay, I miss Kuya, I miss Tio", she wailed.

Camilo gently hushed her like he would hush a sleepy baby. He lightly swayed on his back to try and while rubbing her arms to try and soothe her.

But soon, the sound of her sobs was hurting Camilo too much. He tried to lighten her up using the only way he knew that made her laugh while crying before. But then again it also made her sob harder...

"Posa, please stop crying already. You're not a pretty crier you know", he sighed.

He felt Y/N giggle into his chest but at the same time, her sobs were intensified.

Okay? this time it's a mixed reaction.

Y/N lay her head on his chest. Crying and giggling at what Camilo said.

"That's what Kuya would've said if he were here", she said, through her sniffles.

"It is?", Camilo asked. Y/N nodded and wiped her face with her handkerchief.

"Mhm. He'd say 'Teteng Iyakin. Ang umiyak pangit'", she sighed, blowing her nose into her kerchief.

"What does that mean?", Camilo asked.

"It means 'Teteng Crybaby. The one who cries is ugly'... Something like that", Y/N said.

She then took her arms from around Camilo's neck so she could properly lay on her side, her head still on Milo's chest. She was still crying but there was a nostalgic tone in her voice when she spoke.

"And then I'll reply 'Ikaw nga, hindi pa umiiyak, pangit na'" , she chuckled to herself, " which means 'you're not even crying and you're already ugly' ", and she continued laughing through her cries.

"You two must be really close", Camilo commented. Y/N nodded on his chest.
Camilo still had his arms around her, even though he couldn't see her face.

He let her wallow in her memories of her brother while questions ran around his head. Her sobs seemed to die down slowly.

Camilo didn't want to overwhelm her or seem like he was prying into her personal life so he asked the question that made sense most.

"What made you cry today? I thought you were fine earlier this noon. You were even singing to yourself"

He waited for Y/N to answer. She felt him sigh against him before she moved to sit properly beside him, removing Camilo's arms from around her.
He could now see her puffy eyes, nose, and cheeks.