Camila
Having Fefe around was a much needed refresher. Besides the fact that she encouraged me yet I had somebody to lay with me around evening time like mamá use to. She'd brush my hair and tell me stories about growing up. We discussed everything and anything. That's why it broke my heart when she told me she was leaving to go to the Swiss Alps. Be that as it may, I realized Fefe was more joyful voyaging. I couldn't possibly blame her for spending the last few years of her life traveling the world. Yet, my heart actually hurt at the possibility of her leaving me once more. I detested being by myself. "What's going on?" Finally, I inquire of Fefe, who is seated at my vanity brushing my hair behind me. Even though Fefe wouldn't be sleeping with me tonight, I was determined to enjoy the last of her before she left, even though I could tell now that something was bothering her. I had just finished getting ready for bed. "Landro puts in too much work. It makes me feel bad to leave him like this". With a small frown on her face, she sighs and shakes her head. "He continues to pursue achievement such a lot of that he will pass up life." "Gracious, I know." I mutter, gazing at her appearance in the mirror. "I once tried unsuccessfully to get him to stop working so late," She gives me a sudden grin and a kiss on the back of my head. "Keep trying, he may not show it, but at the end of the day, everyone needs someone." I scrunch up my nose, "I don't think the equivalent goes for Alejandro. I won't be the one to communicate with him if it does." despite my sincere desire to be the one. She smiles and shakes her head. "He is similar to his grandfather. Waiting be alleviated." She mutters. My eye gobble up to hers, my messy brain quickly thinking calming as something different. However, Fefe squints her eyes at my face in the mirror. "Not in that way." She tsks softly smacking me. "I mean, make him happy. You can get almost anything from him if you relieve his stress. She nods. "I did it to his grandfather in the past. Rub him lightly and play with his hair. If that was the case, you instantly desired a new vehicle. He previously submitted the request without acknowledging it. He's a basic bonehead." According to fefe, and I laugh. I gaze at her in thought. I can't believe I was thinking about asking his grandmother for advice. Because I had been so preoccupied with Fefe, I hadn't spoken to Alejandro properly in nearly two days. However, he wasn't even trying to spend time with me. Other than a periodic hello to a great extent he was occupied. I'm still in bed by midnight, attempting to convince Fede to lay with me one last time, but she refuses, so we just say our goodbyes. She brings a hand up to wipe at a couple of stray tears. "Stop worrying about me now. Don't forget to check on that boy while you sleep. Since I arrived, he has been working himself sick." I sniff to myself and nod as she leaves my room, leaving me to sleep by myself. A nightmare knocks me out not even thirty minutes later. One that causes me to acknowledge exactly that it is so woeful to require another person with me when I rest. I'm tossing and turning in my bed, and when I look at the time, it's almost 1 a.m. I ponder paying attention to Fefe's recommendation about Alejandro. I gather that he is most likely working in his office at the moment. But was I prepared for him to yell at me again? Actually, no. However, did I truly need to be separated from everyone else at this moment? No I didn't. Thus, I toss my silk robe over my nightie and walk around his own office. Perhaps Feds was correct and Alejandro was a straightforward and naive man. I thump two times prior to making the way for his office and noticing the man. As Alejandro worked behind his desk just like the previous time, the office lights were relatively dim. However, the wrinkles on his white dress shirt were now more obvious, indicating that he was a working man. While a glass of what had all the earmarks of being scotch sat in front of him, the glass half full. As he clears his throat, his eyes briefly turn to me before returning to his page. "Camila, what can I do for you?" Was it strange that I didn't hear him say my name? Even deeper and choppy than usual was his exhausted voice. I look at the clock and back toward him shaking my contemplations away. He needed to be put to bed by me. I cushion over towards his work area, adjusting the corner and coming to remain close to him as he keeps investigating his papers. "I tried to sleep after Fefe left, but I had a nightmare," I said. I murmur cleaning at my drained eyes, prior to jabbing his cheek to ensure he was tuning in. "Yeah?" He continues to glance at his papers while humming. "Shouldn't something be said about." He mutters absentmindedly, his consideration still to the work right in front of him. I decide that this is the ideal time to test the waters. As my innocent fingers dance lightly across his shoulder, I take a risk and step behind his chair. He wouldn't think anything about it for I was dependably an extremely warm individual. Delicately putting my hands on every one of his solid and expansive shoulders, I start to softly rub, presently standing straightforwardly behind him investigating his shoulder. "I was secured in my room, all alone..." With the brief nightmare still fresh in my mind, I speak gently. "Really?" He hums the sound deeper than before, but he didn't seem to question or comment on my movements because he seemed too busy. I take a chance and begin gently kneading the muscles and tight knots in his tense shoulders. "Yeah, and there were these things that would grab my ankles from under my bed and drag me, so I couldn't get out of my bed." I murmur, sulking at the disagreeable memory. Although they were chanting that they would drag me to hell, I keep that information to myself. "I catch the tips of an amused smile as he tosses his head back against the chair to look up at me from his position." Beasts under your bed, Principessa?" He raises a forehead. I gesture, totally serious as Alejandro laughs faintly, returning to his papers while I keep on working his shoulders. He slightly reclines back into the seat, allowing me better access to his shoulders, which is the only indication I get to keep going. Perhaps Fefe was right, and I smile. The man lets out a contented sigh as I work his shoulders harder and move up to the back of his neck.