Authors Note: If Dimitri were to die, the setting is in Russia.
Tears ran smoothly down Rose's pink tinged cheeks. The icy December wind hit her face with a tough bite, blowing her dark hair back. Her equally dark stared out at the barren land below her.
Ice covered the land, being blow away and replaced quickly by more ice. Everything repeating, constant land, constant heart. There were no trees, no shrugs, only the merciless ice and the cliff.
She steps up to the edge, her bare feet sticking painfully to the deep snow under her small frame. Though she didn't feel it, physically she was numb, she only wished it was like that emotionally.
Looking down below her, her fate stared back up, beckoning her to follow him. Her life, her love, all gone from her grasps.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut for a while; the sun peeked out from behind the gray clouds, providing some warmth.
Images of him arose in her mind, and for once, she let them; when he gave her his special smile, the one that let the corners of his eyes crinkle; his laugh, his deep, accented voice, his warm brown eyes that matched his dark hair.
Opening her eyes, she made her decision. A small smile placed on her lips, though it didn't match her grieving eyes. She spread her arms, her hair flying around her thin frame.
My Roza… A whisper, only a whisper but it was him, he had come for her. She looked at him, dark hair, dark eyes. He was here.
A forgotten eagle, fallen and broken, beautiful and free.