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A request? Rosíta didn’t grow up without music like Victoria or Elena. She could r e m e m b e r  a time when musíca was a part of her life. She wasn’t the best dancer, or a particularly good singer. But she liked to hum when she was little or say little rhymes when she skipped rope. She used to sing to her flowers because her Máma swore that would help them GROW. 

       Of course, all that went away when Julio married Coco. But she didn’t mind it one bit. 

And all those years alive and dead with no music caused her mind to go blank.

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❁ ❁  “  Amor…  ” He let his guitar fall onto his lap, halting his strumming & leaving her agape upon his words. She was speechless from how much pain was produced from a single sentence, & with one hand clenched tightly around her sternum, she placed her spare one around his shoulder blade.

“  Venga, don’t say that–por favor. You & I & everyone else knows that it wasn’t your–  ” Fault. It shouldn’t have been difficult to say that, but oddly she couldn’t. Flashback to all the times she denied him, claiming it his fault, she wondered if she even had the right to comfort his tired mind as of now. Did she have the right to say anything at all?

It was true that he had left them for music, but to provide for his family. & yet, no matter how good his intentions were from the start, he still left her to raise their family alone.

She took a minute to stare down at the ground, averting her gaze from him. She also played the part in making him believe that, & she couldn’t free herself from that guilt as well. Lips puckered into a pout, frustrated at herself in struggling to find the right words to say.

It hadn’t taken long for her to lift her head up to confront him once more, however, as she always did in spite of how many challenges life (& death) had given her.

Pulling herself closer to where he sat, she let her head rest around a part of his rib cage, as if she could hear his once fluttering heart.

“  If I haven’t met you, we would have never had a beautiful hija together. & not only that…but I also would have never known how it feels to fall in love, too.  ” A smile was offered to him, sliding her hand away from her back to brush them across the etchings on his cheekbone.

“  Amor, you taught me how to love even more than what I was capable of, y because of that I was able to become who I am today. Even if it hurt…I still remembered it through our familia, & now…I can finally remember it with you in it again.

   ❝ HELP ME?  Hector, you shouldn’t even be NEAR me, let alone willing to help me. ---eres un tonto.  ❞

           For MANY people ( -- Ernesto included. ) the idea of being alone conjures up a sense of dread.  PERHAPS it’s the sense of boredom, or the feelings of isolation. Being forced to confront own thoughts. In fact, he felt as though he would MUCH rather give himself electric shocks than be alone with own thoughts for just a few moments. KNOWING exactly what he did throughout his life. Many actions were regrettable & if he could take them all back ------------- , he would.  

      STRUGGLING with these feelings were becoming rather difficult. That the INTENSE guilt & strong pass of loneliness can easily link his struggles to deeper roots.  Many of which being felt at the moment was fueled by trauma, loss and grief ( -- and MOST recently a lack of self-esteem, and insecurity.  ) YEARS ago he was better equipped to face these negative experiences because  he had both internal and external resources that help guide guided through these kind of moments of grief and more easily DISTRACTIONS.  Once having guide from a sense of community to a strong and positive self-concept to ABSOLUTELY nothing.   People wanted him gone even though he was already dead, yet he remained far from the FINAL DEATH for being remembered as a thief, a liar, a MURDERER. 

Proudly he grins at his cousin’s excitement, letting him take the little figurine from his hand. Seeing his beaming smile, the joy that clearly shined in his face, fills him with pure happiness.

“It does a bit! That’s part of why I bought it!” Manolo agrees, nodding. A beat, and his smile suddenly becomes more cheeky-looking. He hums shortly and leans in closer to inspect it.

“I don’t want your company.”

Every day he was here just felt more worse than the last, despite everything. After all, it wasn’t like they were torturing him, but it felt like they may as well have been. He hadn’t really moved unless made to do so since he had died { every time he thought about that he felt sick to his core }, unwilling to be near anyone else. Despite that, he hadn’t really been alone since then, seeing as Héctor was constantly hovering over him, it seemed.