"Well, no he--" Dagger blinked, the cup mere inches from her lips. How had this become about Zidane? Her eyes averted. "It's sort of a long story."
Slowly, she lowered her cup, and it clicked against the matching saucer. On the eve of her birthday, after spending that time with Zidane in the garden, she thought things would be alright. But with things as they had been, she hadn't seen him since. The whole night was beginning to feel like a dream.
"He came to my party, and we... well, he apologized. For leaving like he did."
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Date: 2009-12-17 07:26 am (UTC)Slowly, she lowered her cup, and it clicked against the matching saucer. On the eve of her birthday, after spending that time with Zidane in the garden, she thought things would be alright. But with things as they had been, she hadn't seen him since. The whole night was beginning to feel like a dream.
"He came to my party, and we... well, he apologized. For leaving like he did."