𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 ᶜᵐ

08 ┃ 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

Glancing over at the bundle of violet flowers, Camilo let out a deep breath. "That was close."

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Even as you found yourself on the porch of your house, you still felt yourself brimming with frustration. "I can't believe he said that...I would never! I have standards..." you muttered under your breath as opened the door.

The second you walked inside, the faint scent of food entered your nose, immediately throwing you off of the course of your thoughts.

Pushing everything to the back of your mind, you quickly shed your cloak, excited to eat your father's cooking.

"Oh, wow," you awed, eyes practically shining as you saw the spread of food on the dining table.

Light steam hovered over the bowl and plates of food, bringing with it a blast of mouthwatering aroma.

Just as you were about to reach down and grab a bit to snack on, your father's voice echoed all around.

"Aht, aht, aht! Not so fast. Go wash your hands before digging in," he lightly scolded, setting two bowls of ceviche de camarones on the table.

Not even bothering to stay behind and whine, you raced to get ready, arriving just in time for your father to bring out a few more dishes.

But even as you filled your entire plate with food, you couldn't help the pout that found itself on your lips as you thought of Camillo's weird behavior. It was unlike him to act so jittery and suspicious, and you couldn't help but wonder if the trickster was up to something.

As you mull over the possibilities, lost in thought, your father couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your concentrated expression, your cheeks bulging with food like an angry chipmunk. "What seems to be bothering you, my muñequita?" he asked, using the affectionate nickname he had given you as a child; his voice was gentle and kind, and it was clear that he genuinely wanted to know what was troubling you.

You blinked owlishly at him while swallowing your food. At first, you thought about lying, but the warm and encouraging look he was giving you pushed you to spill the truth. "Camilo was acting weird today," you started, putting down your fork and leaning back in your chair. "I saw him in a field, digging a hole and planting flowers. When I asked him about it, he just stuttered and said it was therapeutic. But it was so strange. I don't know why he would do something like that."

Your father listened patiently, a small smile on his face as he watched you talk. When you finished, he chuckled and teased you, "Sounds like Camilo likes you."

Your face burned with embarrassment and you quickly denied it, "No way! Camilo is just...Camilo. He's always doing weird things like that. It's probably just some prank or joke."

Your father apologized, still laughing a little, and gave you some serious advice, "Well, maybe there's something going on that he's not ready to talk about yet. It's important to give people space and time when they need it. Either way, you'll figure out what to do, muñequita. You always do."

Later that night, as you got ready for bed, a cool breeze blew through your window, brushing against your face, and carrying with it a sweet, floral scent that made you pause. You took a deep breath, trying to identify the fragrance, but it was oddly familiar, yet you couldn't quite place it.

The second lungful of air left you feeling uneasy, as a sort of fog crept over your mind, causing your head to spin for just a few seconds. You shook your head, thinking that it was just lingering stress from passing assignments, and shrugged the uncomfortable sensation off.

As you closed the window, the sweet scent lingered in the air, and you couldn't help but allow your thoughts to drift off to Camilo and his strange behavior earlier that day. You wondered if he was somehow involved in this or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

Shaking your head, you tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on getting some rest. You climbed back into bed, pulled the covers up to your chin, and closed your eyes. But as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't shake the foreboding feeling that something was wrong. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over you, casting a shadow on your otherwise peaceful night. You tossed and turned, your mind racing with unanswered questions and a growing sense of unease.

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***Hope you all enjoyed this chapter~

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