Heart Of Gold

16| Reasons To Trust You (Pt. II)

💐بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم💐

(In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

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I got all I need when I got you and I

I look around me and see a sweet life

I'm stuck in the dark, but you're my flashlight

You're getting me, getting me through the night

Can't stop my heart when you're shining in my eyes

I can't lie, it's a sweet life

I'm stuck in the dark, but you're my flashlight

You're getting me, getting me through the night.

- Hailee Steinfeld♡

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Camila's P.O.V.

As I walk up to the door of my mother's studio, my eyes land on the yellow straps of tape lining the entrance, the words 'PRIVATE PROPERTY, DO NOT CROSS.' spelled on it in big, black letters. I dig my fingers into my palms as I stand in front of it, trying my hardest to keep my frustration at bay.

Yes, this is the last day, the destruction workers are coming here later in the afternoon to begin tearing the place down. And to this moment, I have absolutely no idea what Shawn is going to do about that, not that he'd given me any details.

As of this moment, it's 6:45 a.m. which means that the sun has barely just risen, giving the sky a mixture of pink, purple and yellow colors. I couldn't sleep all night last night, well, it's no surprise since it's almost becoming a habit of mine now, and as soon as it was dawn, I came here running. I couldn't wait to see what Shawn was going to do, and I couldn't just sit there and wait for them to tear this place down.

With another step forward, I bring my hand up and rip every strap of the yellow tape off the door, throwing it away and pushing the door open. Walking in, I see everything in its place as it was; all the furniture and props that my friends all put in here are still there. The mirror's untouched, thankfully, and everything just looks the same. I'm actually surprised they didn't throw all this stuff out when they came here to close the place down.

I drop my backpack down on the floor as I look around the place, as if memorizing it. They can't take this place away from me, they just can't. It's the most significant thing I got to keep from my old life, because this is where my mother's heart and soul lie. And I'm not gonna let it go so easily.

My mom would always tell me to fight for what I love, to keep fighting for it until I can't fight anymore, and I owe it to her to do that, to fight for the only place I feel love in, the place that she so dearly loved. It's not just about what this place means to me anymore, it's about keeping my word to my mother, and keeping alive what she has worked so hard her entire life to build, and that is somewhere where she felt like she belonged and somewhere where I feel like I belong as well.