The people has voted: it will be a happy ending. The majority of you think that Sinedd has had enough suffering. So, let's offer him a little relief.

I would like to thank you for reading my fic and for your encouragements.

Oh, and for the "blonde bitch" of chapter two, no offense (I'm blonde too).

Now I know.

In my head, I have hundreds of versions of this scene. In the most optimistic, he smiles or he kiss me. In the most pessimistic, he laughs at me, with the cruel laugh he uses to humiliate his opponents. I have imagined all the reactions he could have. Well, that's what I thought. Cause I've never imagined him staring silently at me, looking puzzled, as If he didn't believe me, like he is doing now.

"No, you don't." He said it sternly, as if it was obvious.

I reply a little dryly: "I think I know better than you what I feel." I don't understand his reaction. Does he think I'm lying? I've just given him my heart, for flux's sake! We stay here, looking at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move and break the silence. The moment is important, crucial even. Tonight may mark the end of our relationship. I wish I didn't read those records. Curiosity killed the cat, uh? If I could turn back the clock…

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you love me?"

I'm taken aback by his question. Why do I love him? I've never wondered. I don't know what to answer. So I'm looking for reasons and I make a list in my head: he is very good looking, he is a good kisser, a good lover… I'm about to set out all my arguments when I look into his eyes. I see impatience, irritation,… and fear. I understand that's the fear of being rejected, once again. Thus, I drop my "list", I move forward and put my hand on his chest, on his heart. I have no doubt anymore. That will be my love against his fear.

"I love you because you are you."

Sinedd is not convinced by my answer. I'll have to be more convincing:"I love to be around you, I love when we talk, I love when we kiss, when we… you know what I mean. I love when you are sweet, I love when you are aggressive, I love when you are smiling, I love when you are sulking, I love…"

I'm cut by two firm lips and a bold tong. I think he understood. The kiss is tender. All the tension has disappeared. I'm relaxing between his arms. No, I'm melting. The kiss becomes more passionate. We finally break apart, panting.

"Does it mean that you forgive me?"

"Maybe" Sinedd says with a grin. I smile and lead him to the bedroom. I know exactly how to be forgiven.

Fin.

That's the end of this story. But I have many ideas for other fics. So, I'll be back (if you want me to).

Nausicaa.

Reviews please.