#cmim x reader

The tears sprung to your eyes too swiftly, too naturally. Every single day this week, your eyes were overflowing with warm, wet emotions, cooling as it dripped down your cheeks. It wasn't controllable, and so, wasn't pausable.

Through it all, Miguel tried his best to help, from wiping away your tears with gentle touches, to cradling you in his arms, letting you bask in his warmth. Of course, he didn't have all the time in the world, but for you? He would stop time if he could.

“Mi corazón, what troubles you?” He cooed softly, warm hands stroking your back soothingly. “Seeing you like this… it is unbearable.”

It was hard to speak through your tears; you’d tried to tell him what was wrong, you really did, but every time you opened your mouth, your lip began to quiver and another round of tears spilled from your puffy eyes. “Mi…guel…” you choked out softly, sniffling. “…’m sorry…”

“Sorry, amor? For what?” He asked, gently brushing away the fresh tears that fell.

You hiccupped, swallowing hard. “I’ve been—‘ve been sad all week, haven’t I? I don’t—want to worry you like that…’m sorry…”

“Ay, corazón…” he traced the ghost of a kiss to your feverish skin, stubble brushing against you. “I would rather you be open with me like this than to hide it. It pains me to see you cry, but even more than this, it would hurt me to know you are hiding it from me, mi amor.”

Unable to speak any more than you already had, you only sniffled, pulling yourself closer to his body. You drew in a couple trembling breaths to steady yourself and mumbled a quiet thank you into his chest.

“Te amo, cariño, ¿sabes?” He mumbled into the top of your head, barely a whisper, a soft rumble of a sweet laugh reverberating through his chest. “I will be by your side through life and death, sí?”