I was laying in my bed thinking of her. I had been awake for more then an hour. I was ready to go meet Rose but I know she wouldn't be there in about 30 minutes.
I was reading a Western novel like usual when I got to a part where it reminded me of Rose.
I sat the book down and though of her. I though about the lust spell that Victor Dashkov put on us. I know I lied to her that I didn't want her that why. And I couldn't believe she believed me.
I replayed every second of that encounter. I loved Rose so much that it hurts sometimes. I wanted to be with her like that again.
I remember the way she kiss. The way she touched me. My most precious memory is when she stop kissing me and stood up. She asked the most obvious question.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. Some of her hair was covering her face. She had on an angelic smile that said so much.
I shook my head. Her smiled dissapear instandly as I whisper, "No." I smiled at her. Her eyes were looking down. I took her hair and put it behind her ear. "Roza, I think you're beautiful."
She looked up automatically with a big smile. "I love you," she said.
I smiled at her and said the same thing. We kept kissing until I notice something wasn't right...
I came back from the past. Somehow I regret stoping that moment but I know it was the right thing to do. It was the best for Roza.