Zandra had nearly gasped, she held it back, but her lips barely parted. 'He loves me...?' she thought. She watched as he sat, asking that she sit beside him. Her knees bent and she sat beside him among the years of fallen leaves on the ground. She was silent and tense, listening to everything around her, what does she say? "I..." Her words fell short, she didn't know what to say. She did love him, quite deeply. But she was suppose to be mad at him. She kept her head the hood covering her face, the word love running through her head over and over.