The Girl Behind The Lens | S.M. (Discontinued)

Part 18- Candles

"You keep on telling me I'm wasting time
But to call it wasting time, oh that's a crime"

-Shawn Mendes, "This is What it Takes"
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"I can't do that princess" he said and his eyes widened, as if an idea came over him.

"Come with me" he said and smirked.

"Where?" I asked but he was already running into his car, grabbing his guitar. I stood there dumfounded.

What is he up to?

He ran back to me and I noticed the bandana he was holding on his other hand. He wiggles it in the air.

"Don't you dare" I threaten him since I hate with my life being blindfolded.

It's the worst feeling ever because you don't know what to expect. It can be from good to horrible and the thing is that you can fall on the ground or being thrown of a cliff. Endless opportunities.

"Come on, Moon. You can trust me" he said and gave me a flashing smile.

I roll my eyes and scoff, not being able to say no to that. He goes behind me and passes the bandana in front of my eyes, making a knot in the back.

Everything becomes pitch black and the anxiety kicks in. It's the second time I actually feel like Shawn is going to kidnap me. On the other hand, he is not going to take me into unconsciousness by hitting me with his guitar. I hope not.

Every single hair in my body stands straight when Shawn intertwined his hand with mine unexpectedly.

"Listen to my voice, okay?" He said and I nod.

As we take the first steps down some sort of cliff, off the road, I feel the crunching of the autumn leaves beneath my feet. Also, I can smell the distinctive pine odor that makes me want to sit under one of its tree and just look at my surroundings, taking in everything and breathing pure air.

I like nature, very much. I remember that my father used to take us to this very forest every time he could during fall. He always said there is a new adventure everyday and something new waiting for you. That the magic of trees is how the leaves change color and create a masterpiece only a true artist could capture.

I remember that Isabelle and I used to come and we would make a big patch of the leaves, go very far away, and run to jump on top of them. Then, she would giggle in this sort of way that was the cutest thing ever. She used to wear this small little wool, orange beanie that could only fit her little head and two little pigtails. I wish I could go back to those days.

"Take one small step to the left" Shawn said, snapping me back to reality, and did as he said.

The cold wind rushed through my face, making me shiver a little.

"Stop" he said and he let go of my hand. I heard the rustling of something in front of me.

Then, I felt warmth creep up my left arm. Shawn was placing his jacket on me. He walks behind me and does the other hand and I lift my shoulders briefly so the jacket falls in place.

"Thank you" I said and smiled.

"Shall we?" He said and resumed to grabbing my hand.