I walked into the gym, I couldn't help but think of the night in the cabin, the way his fingers brushed my body, each touch setting my skin on fire. For once, I was early, and there he was. Standing in the middle of the gym, looking as god like as ever.

The only difference in the all too familiar scenery was that there were two suitcases at his feet. His expression was grave and he wasn't in his usual workout clothes. Instead he was in a tight black shirt with a blazer, black leather gloves, and black dress pants.

"What's going on?" I asked him wearily as I approached him.

His face was blank, showing no emotion what so ever.

"Rose, do you remember Tasha?" He asked me, his eyes not looking into mine, but instead at the wall behind me.

I nodded once, how could I forget? She tried to steal him away from me and had almost succeeded.

"Well, after that night we spent, I decided to accept her offer since it was still open," He told me, finally meeting my eyes.

I heart shattered. Time seemed to stop, the world seemed to crumble before me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see.

"W-what?" I stuttered out. I sounded like a scared child that had been separated from her mother in the forest.

"I'm taking up on her offer, good-bye, Rose, it was a pleasure being your mentor," He said, and pulled me into an awkward embrace with no sign of affection. This was simply business to him.

I clung to him, unable to let go and untangle my arms from his torso.

He was my life preserver, the only reason I was still alive, I love him. He couldn't leave, he just couldn't!

He gently tried to pry my arms off him, but when that didn't work he used brute force, but I didn't let go. Finally, as a last resort, he roughly pushed me away from him, with a look of pure disgust.

"I was right, you're nothing but a child," He spat out.

The pain was clear on my face, hurt and sorrow was there, along with pain and grief. He had betrayed me, I had let him in and understand me, and what did he do? Hurt me, push me away like some used toy he had tired of.

When he saw that, I detected a hint of remorse, sorrow, for me, but he just picked up his suitcases and walked out of the gym, not even looking back.

I lay there on the floor, curled into a ball, sobbing, and hurting for the rest of my life.

Rose POV

That was the past, it had been 5 months since he had left me. 5 months of crying myself to sleep, and suffering from the gap in my chest that he had created that day. 5 long, hard, cruel months.

I still had nightmares about it, still heard his voice, telling me that he loved me and he would protect me in the cabin, but when I woke up with my fingers curling around the empty spot next to me on my bed, that just made it hurt more. He never loved you, he was using you, I thought every night when I had that dream. It was so real that I would start crying then and there, but taking care not to be loud enough for Lissa to hear.

We had graduated two months back, and he hadn't shown up. You would have thought that since he trained me to be the Guardian I am today that he would at least say a "congratulations," but he didn't. I suppose that it was all for the better, because if he had then it would have just hurt more.

And to this very day, I still longed to hear his voice, and yet, I never wanted to see him again. I kept on contradicting myself, telling myself that I loved him, and then I hated him, which was pretty ironic.

I got out of bed, pulling on a red tank top and ripped black jeans. I brushed out my silky brown hair, taking care to get all the tangles out, and put on foundation to hide the redness around my eyes. So far Lissa hadn't noticed anything different about me, and I wanted to keep it that way. I made sure that I only hurt at night, and was perfectly fine in the morning. I didn't want her in on this, it was probably the only secret I had ever kept from her in my life.

I walked down the stairs when I heard laughter in the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and saw James and Justin lounging on the chairs, laughing at something Christian said.

They were part of the band I had formed after we had graduated. We were close to cutting our first CD, and they were pretty hot.

"Ah, sleeping beauty finally graces us with her presence," James laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him and sat down just as the shower upstairs turned off. I looked at the table, Lissa was here, so was Christian, and I was certainly here, so who could be upstairs?

"Um, Lissa, who's upstairs using our shower?" I asked her.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Tasha and Dimitri are visiting," She said with a smile.

The world froze again. He's here. In my house, probably using my shower, since that was the only one in the house besides the one Lissa and Christian shared. God, how could I not have heard that?

I ran up the stairs and into my room, and sure enough, there he was, stepping out of my door, and looking at me with those brown eyes I loved so much.

He gazed at me adoringly, and said quietly in that Russian accent, "Hello Roza, it's been so long."

I couldn't speak. How could he be standing there, like it was no big deal? He was no different than I had remembered, still god like, especially with his chest bare and only a towel wrapped around his waist.

He had hurt me so much, and I felt that whole ripping even more after all the stitches I had done to close it, he had clawed apart what took me months to fix.

I nodded coolly, "Guardian Belikov," I said.

He looked at me with so much hurt that it burned me, "Rose, you know you can call me Dimitri," He told me, his voice still quiet.

I shook my head, "I can't," I told him.

"Why?" He asked me.

"Because you left," I told him, whispering and turning away from him.

He was in front of me in a flash, his eyes boring into mine with such ferocity and love that I was held in his gaze, unable to move.

"Rose, I'm so sorry I left you. I need you to talk to me again, please," He said.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry Dimitri, but I can't believe that, I can't trust you anymore. I can't trust someone who's lied to me, who never loved me."

I walked pulled away from him and sat on my bed. Isn't it ironic that I had longed for him day after day, but now that he's actually here, I don't want anything to do with him? Maybe I just don't want to get hurt again.

"Rose, please, just talk to me," He pleaded.

I shook my head, "Get out of my room, Dimitri," I told him softly.

He sighed, and I heard him walk out.

I turned around and saw his form walk down the stairs, hunched over in defeat. Well I wasn't going to let him get me that easily, I wouldn't let him near me ever again.

I walked down the stairs after him to see him sitting on the living room couch with James and Justin setting up the drums.

"We have practice today?" I asked them, completely ignoring Dimitri's eyes.

They nodded, "Yup, never thought you of all people would forget, Rose," James teased.

I laughed, and picked up my guitar and started to tune it.

"Oh my god, Rose, you have to play your song for us!" Lissa exclaimed.

"Which one?" I asked her.

"Broken, I always liked that one," Christian said.

I shrugged, feeling myself being ripped into two .That was the song I had made when Dimitri left me, it brought back so many hurtful memories.

Then, Tasha came in, and embraced me, "Oh Rose, you got even more beautiful!"

I didn't hug her back, just looked at her with blank eyes, and said a simple, "Thanks."

I looked at James and Justin, "You guys wanna do this?" I asked them.

"If you want to, then I'm all for it," James winked at me.

I laughed, "You're such a flirt."

"I know, and don't act like it doesn't turn you one," James said.

From the corner of my eye I saw Dimitri's hands clench into fists.

I started strumming slowly; the first verse would be only me, solo guitarist and vocalist. Then the guys would join in.

I miss everything about you,

Can't believe all that we've been through,

And yet you left me, on the corner of the street, bleeding.

You never turned back, never realized how much you hurt me that day.

You left me broken on the street, cryin' out your name.

If only you knew, if only you knew.

I stopped and the drums started going, and James joined in with the guitar.

The song took on a faster pace.

How could you do this to me? Can't you see how much you hurt me

The day you left me? I don't wanna wait, I just wanna hear you one more time,

Just give it to me straight, I don't want any of your lies anymore!

Cause all they did was leave me broken and crying, I never wanna fell that way again!

It was all because of you.

I did this all for you.

So how could you choose her over me? Don't lie and tell me you didn't know,

Didn't care enough to try and comfort me.

So here we are now, you and me, standing in a crowd, further apart each day.

I used to think that you were the one

I used to think that you would never hurt me, but I was wrong.

Now see, I'm strong, I'll never let you in again

All the messages I've tried to send, you never replied, always get a dead vibe from you.

So, all I have to say is, good-byeeeee

I stopped and everyone broke into applause. Lissa was beaming, and even Christian and Tasha had a smile. Dimitri just looked at me, with sadness clear in his eyes. He knew who this song was meant for, and he looked like he was being torn apart, just like how I was.

"Um, I'm going to go to the gym, you guys can go if you want," I tossed over my shoulder as I headed down to the basement.

I heard a set of footsteps follow me and stiffened as I got to the treadmill.

"Roza, that was beautiful," He whispered.

I didn't answer him, just got on the treadmill and started jogging.

"Rose, talk to me," He said quietly.

"What is there to talk about Dimitri? You don't love me," I told him just as quietly.

He kept silent, "That's true, but talk to me like a friend."

He had admitted it, I thought, and I slipped on the treadmill and was about to fall back first onto the cement ground when he caught me in his arms.

He looked at me with those brown eyes, so sweet and gentle. He helped me onto my feet when it happened. I felt a pain in my stomach, and crumpled over in agony.

He was next to me in an instant, "Rose, what's wrong, what happened?" He asked urgently, slipping into the mentor role I had missed so much these past few months.

I couldn't speak, I just kept panting, it felt like someone was sticking knives into my stomach, the pain was unbearable.

He smoothed me down on my back and put his hand on my stomach, "Is this where it hurts?" He asked me.

I nodded, closing my eyes against the pain. He gently unfolded my hands from my stomach and pressed his onto my belly.

Just his touch seemed to soothe me, and I relaxed, the pain went away, and I didn't hurt anymore.

"Rose," He breathed, gently helping me sit up, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, bewildered, I never got stomach pains before in my life.

"What happened?" He asked me.

"I don't know, it just started hurting," I told him truthfully.

He looked at me, and I saw an idea begin to form inside his head, but then he hid it away from me and helped me up.

"Are you going to be ok?" He asked me.

I nodded, "Yeah, thanks," I told him, blushing.

He gave me one of those rare smiles, "No problem, I'll be upstairs," He said, and walked out of my life again.n