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"Hola! Ah...I'm not sure how this works, but I can not answer this thingy right now. So, ay, leave a message? I think I can get back to you!"

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micancion

[His eyes widened. Twice? His little girl had gone off...twice? He felt the memory of his heart tighten with worry. But what was the use of it? This was the past. A past that was supposed to be his future, but...he shook himself off, turning to look at Imelda as she poured another glass.]

Imelda...

[He gave a shrug and finished off his drink, twirling the glass along his fingers. then stopped and sat up a bit straighter, looking at her a bit confused.]

Wait, wait, wandered off? We...I never separated from him. We, made it to Mexico City. That's where I-

[He pressed his lips together carefully, shaking his head and then placing the glass down.]

I...okay, look. I know you don't want to hear this, but...ay, Imelda. I was some chispero just trying to survive in Santa Cecilia. Whatever I could get, I would take...I never thought there was anything better for me.

[He sighed and glanced at her, watching the way the fog covered moon reflected off her bones. But it was so easy to see the woman he had fallen in love with. A dove caught by a monkey.]

Then you came along, and for once...for once I got the best thing in the in world.

[He hit his knee, staring out at the swamp. A few ghost flickered by but they never paid him any mind, but they did look eerie. Like thoughts floating out over the water. Lost thoughts...or words unsaid.

Quickly he turned toward Imelda, eyes wide.]

I got you. And like a real man,

[Said with all the sarcasm a Rivera could possibly hold.]

I ruined it all. Because I wanted the best for you, for Coco. I never stopped to think that...well. What use now, right? But even if you, just...please Imelda. It was my fault. The only thing you ever did...was love a pendejo like me.

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la_matrona

I know who you were... [her voice came out tender, surprising herself.

And then the idiota had to romance her. How dare he. She takes the bottle instead, looking away from him and out into the swamp as she sips at it, for what little good it does. The best thing in the world? Ha. She'd seen far better wives. Women she could never be. Bitter old men used to tell her that there was a reason why he had left and that she should know her place. She hadn't cared what they thought, even if deep down, she knew they were right

She doesn't like the bitterness in his voice either. The sarcasm.

But he's wrong...though it takes her a moment to even speak as he says she loved him. That sucks all the air out of her and she hates that he knows it, hates that he says it, hates that he understands and yet-- walked away to look after them? Wanted the best for them?]

Don't tell me that's the only reason. [her voice is sharp now and she presses the back of her hand to her mouth, trying to hold it back. Trying to speak calmly]

Don't you dare say the only reason you left is to do what was best for us. Don't you dare.

From:

micancion

[He sighs and looks away.]

I never said it was the smartest reason. It was a mistake. I thought it was for the best, but I was wrong. I realized it and tried to go home.

[He pokes the tequila glass with his toe. Heaven and Earth.]

but bad luck...

[Hector stood up suddenly, moving towards the open part of the cabin.]

All I can say is I'm sorry. It won't fix anything, for...either of us but...I am.

From:

la_matrona

No! [she stomps her foot. That's not it! It can't be it! Why would he go when all they needed was him?! When they could have had a happy home?! How could he leave and just say it was for their benefit?!

The bottle smashes to the ground and she breaks it with her heel, over and over, listening to the glass shatter and grind. She hates it! She hates it! She hates it so much!

So many years wasted! So much gone and not coming back!

All because she never asked. All because he never told.

All because--

No.

NO!]

AHHH!

[she storms through the estupido door and into the swamp, not caring if she sinks, not caring if she's attacked or lost or anything. Not even caring that she's not even dressed properly.

There is too much and nothing to be done about any of it]

From:

micancion

[Old instincts crawl up his spine, but he grips his arms to keep from turning around. Its quiet for a long time after she storms out, and he doesn't move for much longer after that.

The sun was sparkling on the water when he finally moved, only to push a few of the large bits of glass away with a toe. A song catches in his throat, but he shakes it off. Letting it sink back into the dark cavity of his stomach.

There were other songs out there, other songs to sing and use...it had worked for Ernesto, hadn't it? He still had the shop to pay for; he'd been unable to give his family what they needed while alive...he wasn't going to ruin that chance again.]

Come on.

[He picks up the guitar, sits on the edge of the swamp and begins to play. Old songs, none his own but good ones. Ones that played to people's hearts and smiles.

He needed to talk to the Profe again.]