You're My Person.

Once.

Even despite being with Aitana, the young goalie didn't seem to be able to get any sleep. She was laying in the bed which was actually too small for two people and was just staring up at the ceiling. The video kept replaying in her head. That helpless girl that had been laying there just couldn't have been her, could it? 

Had she really been that weak?

She had absentmindedly started to play with Aitana's fingers, thinking that the midfielder was asleep. She just couldn't get rid of that feeling. That sight. That video. She heard him over and over again, getting up as fast as he could and running away. The small amount of blood that had been on the sheets. The way that she had been laying there, traumatized. No. It couldn't have been her.

She was suddenly ripped out of her thoughts when she felt a soft hand stroke her cheek. 

Andorra blinked a few times and looked at Aitana's face which was lit up by the moonlight that shone through the little gap of the curtains. "Why aren't you asleep?"

A tired smile looked back at the goalie. "I could ask you the same. Is it because of what happened in court?"

Andorra raised her eyebrow and Aitana quickly and quietly continued. "Mapi told me. She was in the court room, remember?" Aitana's hand stayed on Andorra's face as the younger girl kept having eye-contact with the midfielder. A piece of hair fell in Aitana's face and the young goalie slowly lifted her hand to gently place the strand of hair behind Aitana's ear, stroking the midfielder's cheek afterwards.

A new kind of silence fell over them. It was comfortable, yet there was tension. A lot.

Andorra's heart was beating fast and she was nervous, her pupils dilating as the two girls looked at each other, their brown eyes meeting under the moonlight.

Their hands stayed resting on each other's faces, the conversation long forgotten as they stared at each other. Andorra's eyes flicked from the midfielder's eyes to her soft looking lips. The midfielder doing the same. The both of them slowly moved towards each other, the distance between them closing slowly. the both of them scared that the other one would pull away.

The both of them stopped right before their lips met, hot breath on each other's faces. Aitana's eyes kept flicking from the goalie's eyes to her lips. Right as she wanted to ask Andorra for permission, the younger brunette whispered. The word so quiet but it felt like she had screamed it. "Bésame." (Kiss me)

and thus, she did. Their lips closed the distance that had been between them, soft lips meeting in a moment in pure bliss. Their eyes fluttered close as the feeling of the kiss was magical for the both of them. All of Andorra's worries and troubles disappeared as she could only focus on those soft lips on hers.

They truly felt magical, butterflies flipping her stomach around, a small smile on her face as they shared their first kiss together. It felt... natural.

Aitana smiled too as her other hand also rose up to Andorra's face, holding her gently.

The both of them felt relieved. So, so relieved but above all, they both dared to feel happy.

After a couple of minutes, the both of them slowly separated, smiles on both of their faces as they broke out in giggles. It felt unreal. The both of them were so, so happy with each other. Andorra couldn't hold herself back and kissed the midfielder again, getting addicted to the feeling of those lips.

The kiss was still as soft as the first one but it was with a lot more confidence. Aitana kissing her back immediately. After a couple of seconds, they just looked at each other. "I guess that this is one way of confessing without talking."