Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny. But I do own the girl here.

Chairman Zala woke up one morning with his girlfriend asking, "who is she?" He was honestly taken by surprise with her question. It was only last night that he'd made love to her, yet she feels him to be unfaithful.

"Who is?" he humored her. Athrun was surely unprepared for the follow-up but he let the worst come on to him anyway.

She was quiet, apparently thinking of the right words to say it. The lengthening silence made him nervous. Surely it wasn't because she was asking him, he'd known this girl for six months now, and she'd only been a tiny dent. His body could feel it, his instincts were screaming, but he would not acknowledge it. Apparently, though he's a masterful drunk, he was not as good in keeping to himself in bed.

"Who is the girl?" she began, "the girl you think of when you make love to me?" there it was, she dropped the question. Though her face was not condemning, Athrun felt as if he was in an interrogation room. Memories of the war he'd tried so hard to forget return to him. Athrun's face began to turn into a myriad of shades until horror set in to his features. She'd seen through something he didn't even care to see himself.

"That girl you love so much, but can't have," she was really forceful, she wanted to know if she can make this last longer. 'Being the chairman's girlfriend has its perks', he thought, trying to put malice into her image. Failing miserably, he crumbled.

"How did you...?" Athrun felt bad and dirty for using this girl to forget about 'her'. She smiled at him, it made him feel filthier than a pimp.

"Well, Athrun, honestly..." there was melancholy in her voice, "...you never look at me..."

He got it. There was a perfectly beautiful and giving woman beside him, on his bed, yet he did not love her at all. He was not capable of loving her.

"So, who owns you?" she asked again, sitting herself up, covering her body this time.

Athrun felt he'd owed her that much, so he began to be honest. For the first time in ten years, he spoke about her.

"She is a girl I met in an island," was how he began. Athrun spoke about her in a pained tone, yet the nostalgic look on his eyes were far too sincere that it made his listener fall in love with the story.

"She had to choose... I... had to choose... it was the world or each other..." he paused longly for the first time. He was getting to the peak... the part where he confronts the things he buried so long ago.

"I was foolish and too proud... If I'd forgiven her completely before..." he wasn't able to finish it. The tears became too much to hold back. Athrun stayed silent, alone in his room for the rest of the day.

The next day, his girlfriend returned to get all the things she'd left in his house. She went by his home office to say good-bye. "You didn't mention her name," she said as she stood by the door.

"I'd rather not," Athrun insisted, "for her sake..." and then he smiled good-bye. Satisfied with the peaceful look in his, she left him with a silent wish for Athrun to find his love again.

'It's a love too good to forget,' she thought to her self.