"Close your eyes. If you open them, I'll know and I'll collar you."
"You're an asshole. A filthy, malignant piece of..."
His snide laughter shuts me up. "You insult me, you insult yourself. So shut up and keep moving."
I wish I had provided proof. I wish I hadn't gotten carried away by him. But it is too late for wishes now. I have no idea where he's taking me, but I just hope it's not what I am thinking. I stumbled behind him, eyes closed. I can feel jarred rocks beneath the worn-out sneakers he had forced on my feet.
"Open your eyes."
I oblige, marveling at the sight of burning candles on rose petals floating on top of water. There's a small boat, canoe rather, to my right. It has a lit candle on the deck, and I can see the faint outline of wine glasses, and a bottle. Sia and wine.
