A/N: Damn, reading too much Camilo x Reader/OC fanfics just inspired me to write my own fanfic! No regrets tho, I was really looking forward to working on this one! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy my story!

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The sudden noise of shattering glass made Belén's eyes snap open, her breathing ragged from the excessive inhalation of smoke. Scorching flames surrounded the living room, thick black clouds of fumes coming out of the windows. Cracks formed around the ceiling as it slowly began to crumble, making her gasp at the fear of getting crushed. The overlapping noise of terrorized screams from the citizens and galloping horses outside her home brought her to a realization.

Marauders.

Using every ounce of her strength, Belén pushed herself up with her arms, but the lack of oxygen left her fatigued. Sweat dripped down her forehead, the unbearable heat felt like being burned alive. She blinked multiple times, her vision growing blurry as drowsiness began to take over. She knew this is it, she will soon meet her demise. However, her bestfriend's sweet smile flashed in her mind.

Her fists clenched. "Alma... She's probably waiting for me. Where is she?"

Knowing Alma's worrisome personality, Belén is convinced she's even willing to circle around the whole village despite its risks just to find her. As their friendship blossomed through the years, Alma's mother-like nature grew, with her caring and thoughtful behavior. In contrast, Belén's juvenile persona made them a compatible duo. It isn't surprising that some people assumed they were mother and daughter, Alma's maturity came from her poised demeanor. Meanwhile, Belén's child-like face and short stature was what made people refuse to believe that they are the same age.

Belén picked up the sound of a horse galloping nearby. "Some of them have gone past the river! Don't let them escape!" A man's deep booming voice reverberated around the village.

Her eyes widened. "No, there's no way Alma would escape without me. Right?"

She coughs uncontrollably, her lungs growing tight from the absence of air. Letting her head drop on the floor, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face outside the window.

She felt as if the boulder weighing on her shoulders suddenly disappeared.

Alma was frozen in place, hands cupped around her mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her shoulders trembled, holding back her sobs. "I was too late... I'm so sorry, Belén." She croaked out.

She knew she wasn't responsible of their current situation, but failing to save her own bestfriend is more painful than seeing the destruction of her hometown. Alma saw Belén's lifeless body in the middle of the living room, grime littered on her green dress and her short, messy curls covering her face.

Belén tried to call out to her, she didn't want to see her cry. She feared Alma would live a life blaming herself for everything and she didn't want that to happen. Alma's happiness means everything to her.

Even if she had to give up on the man she loved just to see her smile.

Her eyes began closing against her will, darkness dancing in her vision. However, just as when Belén thought her death is painful enough, she glanced back at the window one last time.

And Alma was nowhere to be found.