ANDRE
Cold air hits me, and with a hiss, I tuck my hands in my jeans, shoulders rising as I look around the park, the last place I know he might be in.
There are no people in the park at this time, and it's not a typical season. The lake is beautiful, especially when it is sunny, and with the green pasture of the park, this is easily my favourite spot in the city. Zein's too, since we come here whenever we can to just sit and stare at the lake as I draw and he listens to his music.
Walking over to the bench closest to the lake, I see him. I let out a relieved sigh as I approach him. Not knowing where he has been for a whole night has been torture. We have never not known where the other is, even if it's with the app linking our phones together to share locations.
