After the truth was revealed about Ernesto de la Cruz, the people in the Land of the Dead offered Héctor fame and fortune to rival what Ernesto had accumulated through lies and violence. He tells everyone he doesn’t want any of those things. He never did. He was remembered by his family now, and that was enough.
He moved out of the village of the forgotten ones to be with Imelda and her family, and shortly after they welcomed Coco into their house with as much joy as the first time she was brought home and more. They sang and danced just loud enough for the neighbors to hear and no one else. And they were happy. Because they were together. No moments to seize, no threats to their loved ones. Only each other by their side every day and reunions with their living family once a year.
Estuve jugando un poco con todo lo que tenía y bocetee con color rojo y azul a éstos tres amores, cositas, cielitos! Jugué con la edad de la linda Coco, y un poquito con el estilo de Héctor. (Acá entre nos, no pude borrar el bug en el brazo de éste corazón cuando lo escanee, no sé por qué salió con pedazos blancos :v)
Stop talking and start doing: My Fallout Shelter for my Tumblr blog 