Sand whipped around him, creating the vision that he had been asked to make. The vision showed Mirabel. His niece. But it wasn't the little niece he was oh so familiar with. No. She was older. Standing stoically in front of the casita. But the longer he looked the worse the vision got.
Cracks were growing from the walls and rubble began to fall. The shock from everything he saw snapped him out of his transe and the sand fell. The green plate landed in his hands the last image he saw locked into place.
Bruno moved closer to the image on the tablet tilting slightly as he did. He gasped as he watched the background of the image changed. Casita went from being cracked and broken to being perfectly fine.
He tilted it back and forth seeing the two scenarios present themselves over and over again. Bruno scanned every inch of the two images again and again looking for differences and similarities. But, the only constant in both images was her.
Two images. Two possibilities. That had never happened before.
He stared at his vision. Bruno was no idiot. He knew what was going to happen next.
Oh no.
How would he explain this to mamá?
How would he explain this to Mirabel?
They asked for this vision. They begged him to look into the future. What would he say to them? He couldn't just say that everything was fine. Mamá would want to see the vision for herself. And Mirabel? He couldn't lie to her.
Mirabel, this sweet little 5-year-old girl, would be cast out. Just like he was. Sure maybe their family wouldn't physically throw her out, but emotionally? That was something he didn't need to look into the future to see for himself. He knows what that feels like. Being left aside and forgotten. There was no way that he would ever let her feel the same way he did (Does?).
Bruno took one last look at the vision before throwing it down on top of a rock listening to it shatter as he did.
No one can know about this vision. This vision needs to disappear. But as long as Bruno stays here, his family will want to know.
He needs to disappear too.
Bruno walks down the multitude of stairs mumbling as he did. Wondering if he was making the right choice. To leave his family. But everytime he doubted his choice, Mirabel flashed into his mind.
She was always so eager to please everyone. So eager to make her family proud of her. Always a few steps behind her older sisters or cousins, desperate to help in any way she could. Brightening any room she enters with a joke or a smile. Always knowing exactly what to say to cheer him up too.
He was doing this for his family. For her. For Mirabel.
He needed to disappear so she can be happy.
He needed to disappear for her.