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DAY 7: Special

"Keep them close."

Wendy lifted her fingers slowly to her eyes, rubbing them across the velvet fabric that was tied around them. It was soft and cool against her fingertips; she wondered if it was one of his ties or maybe just a piece of fabric ripped off from their blanket or something, it certainly felt like their blanket. Her fingers kept trailing until they felt his hands, gently moving as he tied her blindfold into place. She felt a soft kiss against her fingers and a chuckle making her giggle as well.

Wendy bit her lips as the hands disappeared and she started spinning around and around. The hardwood floor she was stepping on, making a creaking sound with every step, suddenly turned into a click clack sound like she was suddenly standing on metal or something of the like. It got cold, fresh air blowing against her making goosebumps appear. She felt her hair whip around in the wind, but it died down to where she could feel warmth illuminating.

She didn't hear much other than the wind, the shaking of branches and leaves, but her sense of smell was exploding as she sniffed some of her favorite dishes around in the area. There was a soft smell of peppermint mixed in the wind too, along with her favorite cologne on him. His hands squeezed her shoulders for a bit before they disappeared. She didn't hear footsteps walked away and panicked a bit, wondering if he suddenly abandoned her.

"Mest?"

She didn't hear an answer come from him, but instead the soft strums from a guitar. It was quiet at first, experimental, but it got louder and more confident. Wendy couldn't stand it anymore as she recognized the tune and pulled her blindfold off. Her voice got caught up in her throat as her eyes widened at the sight.

The place was covered with green colored candles, a strong ember burning on top of them. There was also small lights hanged up around the balcony they were on, shining a pale light color as they coiled around the rails and plants surrounding them. There was a table right in front of her with two chairs, all her favorite dishes there like she smelled along with a bottle of wine. Wendy's eyes were scanning all around, admiring the flowers, the lights, the candles, the moon bright up above as their dinner was under the night sky.

Finally she looked at Mest who was leaning against the railing with a smile on his face as he stared right back at her, liking the surprised expression on her face.

"Hold me close and hold me fast this magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose." He started singing as he got to the bars, strumming the guitar strings up and down.

Wendy gulped, feeling big tears fill up her eyes as she started walking over to him.

"When you kiss me heaven sighs and though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose. When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom."

His voice was like honey as it coaxed and soothed her. Wendy walked around the table, around the candles, and over to the railing where he was singing to her at. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the night sky as he stared right at her, a smile on his face as he sang the next line.

"And when you speak, angels sing from above. Everyday words seem to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me and life will always be, la vie en rose."

He strung the last few bars and as soon as she finished Wendy flew into him and crushed their lips together, ignoring the guitar between them. Mest chuckled as he moved it out of the way, placing it on the ground as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

"That was beautiful," she cried to him.

Mest started chuckling as he wiped her tears away, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Really, I had no idea you could sing like that. I mean you sing in the shower, but it wasn't as good as that and- I love you Mest."

Mest really started laughing now and bent down to kiss her again, "I love you too Wendy."

"Can you do it again?!"

"Now? How about after dinner-"

"No, now!"

"But the food will get cold-"

"Who cares? Please? I want to hear it again! Please?!" She begged cutely.

Mest chuckled, "alright, you win."

Wendy squealed and clapped her hands together as Mest reached for his guitar. He held it carefully and started strumming those same chords as he did before to her, smiling as he sang.

"When you kiss me heaven sighs and though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose."