|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
Lorenzo and I remained in our position for a few more seconds. His head was buried on my neck and his hand tightly wrapped around my body, as if he was afraid to let me go. I hugged him tight with the same intensity. But we both know that we needed to let go, especially when we both heard my Uncle’s voice nearing our direction.
“Eli! Elizabeth! Thank goodness!” uncle Alfaro exclaimed. And the moment he arrived in front of me, Lorenzo was already a few meters away from me. I couldn’t stop myself from looking in his direction, and his warm and weary smile were the things he bestowed to me.
My attention was then directed to Uncle Alfaro when he pulled for an embrace. And a little surprised with what was happening, I was left with no choice but to hug him bac
