I was trembling by the time we got out of the valley, and Zidane let go of my hand, his eyes wide. He wasn't looking at me, and I knew he knew what I was now.
I also knew so much more that it felt almost inappropriate.
He blinked, then slowly sat on the floor, his eyes closing, like if he just sat there, eyes closed, we would be the same as were before we went into that valley.
"Zidane?"
He shook his head, then slowly stood up, his eyes darting across both of mine. "When were you going to tell me?"
"Zidane..."
"What the f**k are you, Leilyn? Did you spend all of that time looking at me, wishing for me just so you could lie to me now? Are you the last person I should be anticipating a betrayal from?"
"Zidane," I said, moving to him, my chest heaving. "I swear, that is not it. I swea
