State Of Mind | sm + cc

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                I hid the weapon back into the nightstand drawer as I heard the front door open. A nervous smile curved on my face as I went to see Camila.

Stop taunting.

I walked into the well furnished living room to see Camila pulling her suitcase along the floor.

You actually stopped taunting me? Why?

The sight of her made me breathe clearer. I could breathe. I was alive. Everything was calm. I could hear again.

She couldn't stop blushing at me when we locked eyes. Camila ran over to me and wrapped her small arms around my neck. She made me calm.

"Shawn! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much!" Her lips rapidly pecked kisses onto mine as we both giggled.

Why are you so quiet now?

She pulled her face a little bit back from mine and smiled a smile of a million moons at me and I just admired it. I admired her. I moved hair from out of her face to fully examine her. She's a wonder of the world-- THE wonder of the world.

"I missed you, Shawn." She rested her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head. She was very calming.

"I missed you too." She pulled back once again, but fully analyzed my face this time. Her light turned to dark as she frowned.

"What's wrong, Baby?" Her thumb rubbed my cheek. I realized I may not have wiped all of my tears away or see whether or not my skin was still red.

"Nothing. Let's make dinner." I interlaced our fingers together and had her tag along with me. She stopped in her steps and let go of my rough hand. Her arms folded together as she lightly tapped her foot. The one thing I didn't like about her was her stubborn impatience. She always wanted an answer.

"Shawn, what happened? You look red as a cherry."

"Nothing is wrong, you're just tired."

"No I'm not... come sit with me and we'll talk." 

She calmly walked down and sat onto a smooth seat firmly. Too much anxiety is driving through me right now. I sat still and tried not to give in to her somewhat luring sense.

"Shawn, please talk to me." Her hand landed on top of mine. The tingling sensation shot through my arm as I meditated her touch. She sent me thrills.

"Shawn... I just want to know what's wrong. You can talk to me... please." I bit my lip in attempt to stop it from jaggedly moving.

"I'm not crazy..." I mumbled. If I told her the beautifully terrible things that flew around in me, she would never believe me.