Closed for @bellaxgarcia
Bejo was not a loving person, at least not the Bejo he is today. As he drove around the familiar area, there was a wave of sadness. The endless laughs, the bad puns, just the way he accepted by her. Bella Garcia, there was a time when he thought she was the one. It was slow but it flourished in the sky. Maybe if he had his shit together he would have been with her.
But he did, and ten years later this was the bitter reality of his actions. Looking back Bejo could have done it in person. But ten years to wait for him of all people. Even he knew it would have soured at some point. All the untriggered werewolf knew was loss, never gain.
Despite all of that, Bejo felt she was the only one he could trust with the secret. The anger gotten worse and he was afraid.....of the consequences. Maybe just maybe Bella could help him. With the packets of indome and campbells soup he finally took the courage to go up the stairs. There was a gentle knock.
"My campana." He said hoarsely, cringing at the old nickname he used for her.
