This was where it all started and where it ended. Felix Madrigal came to this small hill daily to watch the sunrise. Except this day. This day, every year since Pepi's passing, he came to watch the sunset. She loved this spot. It sat near the edge of a forested area of the Encanto and was very peaceful. He paused before he opened the folding chair and positioned it next to his wife's grave, so he could bask in the last light of the day with her. Opening the bag he brought, Felix took out three yellow roses and propped them up on the headstone. Isabela had grown these years ago especially for her Tía and Pepi had always taken pleasure in tending them.
One for each year they'd been apart, he thought. The wind picked up, knocking them over, and Felix smiled because he could smell a whiff of rain as he reset the flowers. When it happened again, he said, "Okay, Pepi, I'll let them lie." The wind died back, and he put an arm around the stone. Felix then began to talk about what had happened that day. How the grandkids were doing and talk about the rest of the family in general. He was quiet for a time as he watched the late summer sky slowly turn from that deep blue to a pale one. The sun sunk deeper into the horizon and there it was. That beautiful red that had caught his eye all those years ago.