I don't own EoA and don't take any responsibility for mental distress because of reading this fic. It is a real tear jerker
Esteban walked to her room. Her portraits lining the halls. Such a beautiful life lost almost four months earlier. He knew that it was it was no ones fault it was a tragic accident. But her last breath was taken in his arms. He walked into her room and sat on her bed. The memory, his worst memory of the accident flew into his mind.
An explosion was heard and Esteban ran to the lab. He looked around for her. His heart broke into a million pieces seeing her feeble body. He ran over to her and held her as if she was a new born baby. Her blood stain his clothes. He pushed hair out of her face, planted a kiss on her forehead , closing his eyes to hold back tears he started to rock her. A few seconds later she went limp. He open his eyes to see her dead in his arms. Her beautiful, innocent, sweet, lifeless brown eyes were still open under her safety goggles. He removed her goggles and stared into her eyes. He just gotten his familia back for the second time and now she was gone forever.
"Esteban, I miss Isabel too," Elena whispered entering the late Princess' bedroom. Esteban cried harder clutching the dress she died in. She was only thirteen years old, why did she have to die?
"Esteban, I know what you are thinking. She was really young, the baby of the family. I her miss every single day. The only thing I can take solace in was that she went asleep in her cousin and woke in her parents' arms," Elena whispered walking to the bed. Elena pulled Esteban into a hug trying not to herself cry.
"Isa'a death was a shocking, one of my first things I had to do as queen was plan my baby sister's funeral. Her funeral was one of the worse days of my life. She had so much potential in life it was cut so short," Elena cried.
Both cousins remember the funeral. The last time they got to see the baby of the family. She was wearing her coronation day dress looking so grownup yet so little at the same time. The day of Princess Isabel Margarita Castillo-Flores' funeral was the Avalor stood still. The guards who carried Isabel's casket had to stop Esteban from jumping into her grave.
"Esteban, it's midnight, you know what today is?"
"Isa's fourteenth birthday, or what should have been her fourteenth. She is also getting her headstone today," Esteban cried holding his cousin close in a hug.
"Happy birthday Isa, I hope you are celebrating it in the spirit realm with your parents. We miss you every single day. Happy birthday," Esteban cried.
"Hope, Elena in right and I can see you on Día de los Muertos."
A/N: this story is an AU from all my other stories. Don't Isabel is still alive in the rest of my stories. Should I write a story about when Esteban and Elena see Isa at Día de los Muertos? If so leave me a kind review