Sleepless Night

Anne

I laid on my bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. My mind was weighed down with a burden heavy enough to flatten a car. Vincent hadn’t picked Andrew’s call. He had called severally but he didn’t pick up. He had slid it inside his pant pocket and grabbed my hang, resuming the back and forth flinging as if nothing had changed the air around us.

He was dreading the future, too.

On reaching the bus stop, the cab he ordered earlier was already waiting to pick him up. Before he entered, he had placed a soft kiss on my lips and had whispered that we’d see later. That moment reminded me of the night that changed everything. I had brought up Andrew, and his mood had changed. He had tried to hide it like before, but I knew he felt uneasy and disturbed. Nevertheless, he called me when he got to his hotel room and we spoke for an hour before we called it a night.

I couldn’t sleep though. The love Vincent and I shared was forbidden now, and I didn’t know how to come to terms with th