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Takes place last scene of Anastasia (boat).

Everything was going great, they were so happy and the moment was set so perfectly. It had been a few days after Rasputin's attack. They both recovered nicely, Dimitri having a few pains here and there, but nothing serious. After a couple days stay at her grandmother's, they decided to take a boat. It was a tourists boat foreigners took and would be returning where they left. It was a sort of vacation.

"So why didn't you tell me before? I wouldn't have been mad at you if you would have explained everything you know.." Anya asked Dimitri, referring to how he conveniently left out telling her from the beginning that he knew she was Anastasia.

"Can't we both just be happy we're not dead?"

"Why are you always so evasive?"

"There are just some things I really don't want to talk about...you keep bringing it up…" and with that Dimitri trailed off and the mood of love was long gone and forgotten. He walked over to the edge of the boat and looked over sadly. If Anya hadn't known Dimitri better she would have been worried that he would jump with how upset he looked. This time she knew not to tease him.

She walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. "Hey, I'm sorry. It's just…well I don't know…I'm just curious and when you avoid a subject it makes me want to know even more…"

"Yeah I guess I can't really blame you…It would bug me too." He returned the hug. "So when will you tell me?" Dimitri sighed and rest his chin on her head as she rubbed circles into his back; it would be best to just get the whole story over with.

"Ok, well…let me think…where to start…" He gazed into the stars nighttime came so fast, he thought. Anya silently waited even though; internally she was urging him to tell her faster.

"Do you remember when you were interviewed…that you remembered a boy who opened a wall?"

"Yeah…what about it?" She felt she knew where this was going. Dimitri had met this boy.

"Well I was that boy…I knew you were Anastasia because no one else knows about how you and your grandmother got out of the palace…when you were being interviewed…it hit me…"

There was silence. Dimitri pulled out of the embrace, expecting the worst.

"…But…how…why…"

He waited for her to gather her thoughts.

"Why couldn't you just tell me?"

"It's complicated…well not really… I guess I just didn't want to deal with the past again."

"What!? Wait…YOU didn't want to deal with the past? What about me?! What if you never told me?! What if I never got this far?! I'd still be an orphan! And because of you!" He was hurt definitely, but at least he wouldn't have to tell her the whole story.

"Ok I get it I screwed up once again…" Dimitri grabbed his coat from the rail and quickly left to his room on the ship.

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