The night slowly burned away under the fires of those needy, fervent kisses. Both of us needed each other in completely different ways. I needed him to love me. He needed me to forget. He needed me to be able to let go of the woman he had loved.
I slowly woke up to the small shuffle of feet around the room, and I moved, my eyes opening. I felt weak from all of the tears, and I could vaguely remember the way Zidane had lifted me to bed, staying by my side till I fell asleep, one that was completely different from the one I had fallen into at first. This one was troubled, filled with nightmares and a dull, stinging pain.
I turned around, my eyes slowly opening. The drapes that led to the balcony were still open, and the sunlight streamed in through. Slowly, I started to sit up Zidane walke
