On the morning of the seventh day, Mirabel is woken up with horrible nightmares. She quickly gets up and gets dressed, putting her glasses on as she steps out of her room. Her gaze immediately snaps over to her mother's door and she walks over, knocking softly on it. Unexpectedly, Dolores answers the door.

"Mirabel…" She says softly, her voice full of pain. It's clear she had been crying for a while. Mirabel steps into the room and her oldest cousin gives her a gentle hug. She looks around in awe. Every single Madrigal is gathered together in the room.

Her sisters Isabela and Luisa were holding each other gently. Tears are streaming down both of their pretty faces as their gazes stare at the bed.

A snowy cloud hangs over Pepa's head as Félix tries to comfort her.

Their sons Antonio and Camilo are sitting on the floor nearby, the older boy holding the younger, shielding his eyes from it.

Julieta was sitting closest to the bed, an unreadable expression on her face.

Her husband Augustín stands beside her as she tries desperately to heal Bruno.

The last person Mirabel looks to is Abuela, sitting by herself at the foot of the bed.

She looks so broken, so alone. For her, it was like losing abuelo Pedro all over again.

As Dolores lets her go, Mirabel slowly walks over to the bed, only slightly relieved to see that Bruno was moving. He turns his tired, glazed over eyes to look at her.

"Mirabel… sobrinita…" He slowly, weakly reaches his hand up, resting it on her cheek. As soon as he does, the floodgates open up. She places her hand on top of his, tears flowing freely from her eyes. His hands are warm, yet not as hot as they had been last night.

"Bruno…" She whispers, her voice shaky as her other hand grips at the sheets tightly.

"Help me sit up, my dear…" He requests softly, Mirabel not hesitating to carefully help him sit up. As soon as she does, he starts removing his ruana. She has several questions, but decides not to say anything, instead helping him. Once he gets it off, he slowly, meticulously starts folding it up into neat little sections. "Mi milagro…"

He holds out his ruana to her, his hands being steadier than they had been this whole time.

"Y-Your ruana? No… no Bruno, what does this mean? I-I can't take this…" she covers her mouth as her tears come out faster. "There's still a chance, you're going to be okay! You are!"

Mirabel's body convulses with sobs as he places the ruana down neatly on his lap. She pulls him into a hug, burying her face into the fabrics on his shoulder. "Please… you can't leave us, tío. We are finally a whole family again, ever since you left ten years ago… I can't afford to lose you!" As she cries, she feels Bruno's hand gently rubbing her back. His movements become slower, sluggish as the minutes tick on. His weight grows as this happens as well, feeling heavier as she keeps him close.

"Mirabel… I can't…" he's interrupted by a few weak coughs, leaning his full weight on her as his body struggles to function. "G…Goodbye, mi cielo…" She feels her heart skip a beat at that, but refuses to move. She becomes hyper aware of every movement, every sound he makes, as if he's the only thing left. She hears his breathing slowly grow quieter and quieter, until finally…

it stops.

His body slowly stops moving entirely as the feeling of his hand on her back vanishes as well.

She slowly lets him go, laying him back down on the bed. His eyes are closed and he's gone completely limp.

"...Bruno?"

She whispers, her heart pounding out of her chest.

"Come on…. It's just some flu… you'll be fine…"

She feels her tears stop for just a moment, before they flood out harder than ever. She lets out a loud wail of despair as she moves to rest her head on his chest, a tiny bit of hope left in her to hear a heartbeat, something working in there. Some kind of life she can latch onto and hope for.

Yet nothing.

Nothing at all.

Her cries of despair grow louder as her family starts breaking down around her. Julieta buries her face in her husband's chest as she sobs as well. In that moment, it seemed like the Casita itself was creaking and groaning, mourning the loss like the rest of them.

Mirabel grabs desperately at the ruana Bruno had bequeathed to her in his last living moments, holding it close to her as she crumples onto the floor. She cries into the fabrics, feeling like her world has just come crashing down on her.

The grief weighs heavily on the whole room, like a heavy miasma swallowing up all hope left. The hours that tick by feel like mere minutes to them. Eventually, she slowly stands up, holding his ruana tight to her. She turns her gaze back to the bed, grabbing Bruno's hand.

His body was already turning cold.

She leaves a light kiss on his fingers, laying his hand down gently as if he were a porcelain doll.

"Adiós, mi tío precioso… I hope to see you in the next life." She whispers, slowly walking around her grieving family members as she exits the room, pressing her face into the lime green ruana. She pulls the hourglass necklace from her pocket, looking at it sadly, before hooking it around her neck. She walks to her room and pulls the fabrics over her head.