I Love You

Anne

“Not bad,” Vincent acknowledged as we walked side by side along the empty road away from my hostel.

This was the area we called the sambisa forest due to its underdevelopment, but the school recently had it revamped, giving it a tourist worthy landscape. Though it wasn’t a place filled with long grasses and sand anymore, it still retained its name and unpleasant memories.

“Told you,” I beamed.

He removed his blue Jean jacket and held it down on his left hand, leaving just his signature white polo and a black pair of jeans.

“How’re your studies?” He asked, staring ahead while swinging his jacket back and forth.

He looked so relaxed it made my heart swell.

“Stressful as always,” I answered.

He chuckled and glanced at me.

“Yeah!” I emphasized.

“Hmm,” he moaned, pouting his lips thoughtfully. “Well, you signed up for it.”

“I know! I love the practical and all but we’ve been getting no breathing space lately. We didn’t even leave for the school break due to the unending pra