Page 130 of Violent Attraction

I made Isabella Morales mine.

And she will forever be.

Everyone and everything that is against us, can fuck off.

This woman is mine and I am hers.

Extended Epilogue

Camila

“Camila.”

I hear my mother’s voice calling my name. Her voice rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and making it seem that she is here with me.

Is she?

I look around but I don’t see her.

My mind must be playing tricks on me.

The painting in front of me takes my attention away from waiting for my dead mother to appear.

It’s dark, the painting. Nothing like what I usually draw or paint.

There are reds and blacks everywhere and in a way it looks like…

“Muerte.”

I turn and there she is in all her glory. Dark chocolate brown hair swaying down her back. Eyes, like my brother’s, so dark that you can feel them sucking you into the abyss. Her face is painted the same I paint mine every single year for the dia de los muertos celebration.

She’s just as beautiful as when I saw her last.

Turning from her back to the painting, I see that she is right.

It’s death.

“La muerte no es algo qué se debe pintar.”

Death is never something that should be painted.

And she’s right.

Death is a bad omen and never should be touched.

So why is it that I painted it?

“Tal vez algo va a pasar.”

The words leave her mouth in the most nonchalant way, it makes me wonder if I should worry, but I don’t. I just keep looking at the painting in front of me.

Something is going to happen.

But what?

“Te quiero muchísimo, mi niña preciosa.”

I look up at her, giving her a smile. The smile is still in place even as I watch the make-up melt away.

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