Words she hadn't heard in far too long. Words she wondered if she'd ever hear sincerely ever again. Vayne had spouted words that belonged in poetry or song, and while flattering, it had not meant as much as those three simple words out of Zidane's mouth.
"But, I'm not getting married," she countered, softly. "Not... yet."
Gently, she squeezed his hand, her gaze drifting down to where they met.
"Don't you ever think about the future? What you want in life?"
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Words she hadn't heard in far too long. Words she wondered if she'd ever hear sincerely ever again. Vayne had spouted words that belonged in poetry or song, and while flattering, it had not meant as much as those three simple words out of Zidane's mouth.
"But, I'm not getting married," she countered, softly. "Not... yet."
Gently, she squeezed his hand, her gaze drifting down to where they met.
"Don't you ever think about the future? What you want in life?"