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Chapter 1 – The Waltz

Dimitri's POV

Goodbyes are hard, especially if you're the one who's going to do it.

"Rose. I am leaving," I thought saying that was enough, she wouldn't mind that I was leaving, but it was going to be hard than I thought.

"Well, enjoy your trip to Russia," she smiled at me very beautifully, that it hurts, "Get me a t-shirt when you get back,"

"Please sit down Rose; I have to tell you something," she sat on front of me, "I am not going for a break, but I am accepting Tasha's offer," I kept on the guardian's mask, since all of my emotions were stirring in my chest. I didn't want to leave her.

"Why, I—"

"I think it's better if I accept her offer, since she doesn't have a guardian and I want to have a family," she cringed, "It's also for you. I wouldn't be there to endanger Lissa's life since I am a distraction to you."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this,"

" Everything I told you were lies." I said, "I never did love you,"

"Fuck you, Dimitri, fuck you," She said, while tears ran down her cheeks, "I am tired of hearing that excuse from a person who has a dick. You're just like every guy out there, playing with other girls until you're all satisfied, because she wasn't enough." I didn't expect for her to say that to me.

"Rose, I—" She punched me, and left the gym storming off.

That was the last time I saw her.

"Dad," I snapped back to reality, seeing the blank screen of my laptop on my desk and my daughter's huge brown orbs staring at me,

"Hey Xavier," I closed the laptop, "What are you doing here?"

"You were an hour late for dinner," she said unemotionally, "So, I came here to see if you dozed off again," I took a quick glance on the wall clock, 10:45pm, "And you were doing it again,"

"I am sorry, Xavier, I didn't know, I got carried away and didn't realize the time, " she sighed and placed a paper bag on front of me, "What's this?"

"Dinner," I heard my own stomach grumble, it seemed a great idea to eat, "No need to apologize, I understand. Nobody would get over with something that tragic, like what happened to…never mind," she trailed off and began reading the lost symbol .

Xavier and I are trying to get over with what happened to Tasha. We lost someone who was very meaningful in our lives and it's hard that someone's missing in the dinner table.

Before anything happened to her, She told was fine and healthy, but we didn't know she was fighting cancer. But lately, I've thinking about Rose and life.

I regret that I told her that I didn't love her.

I regret leaving her. But I wouldn't have Xavier at all.

I looked at her and I began to realize that she had my eyes, the hair, the accent and attitude. She was my like a female version of me.

"Here we go again," I snapped out again, "Dad, sometimes I beginning to think I should talk to you more often since you doze off easily," She got my laptop and I began eating the lasagna, it tasted good, "Oh, look you have an e-mail, I'll read it for you," she squinted on the screen, "Dear Guardian Belikov, you've been summoned by the headmistress to St. Vladimir academy. If you reject this message, we'll take drastic measures just to get you here to St. Vladimir, Signed, Alberta Petrov, head guardian of St. Vladimir," she grimaced, "Does that mean we have to leave Russia and go to Montana?" I went to the couch and sat beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder, "Don't they understand what happened to us?"

"Yes Xavier, we have to go and Headmistress Kirova's not the type of person you want to mess with, they want to get over things, so, other tasks would be done," I said, "But, your mom would tell us to get over it and say hi Christian." She smiled a little, but there was still sadness in her eyes, "By the way, where did you get that lasagna?"

"I made it," she said, "Does it taste terrible?"

"No, it's delicious," she smiled this time, "Come let's get home and I'll try to beat you in chess,"

"I am betting on that," she laughed, "Race you home?"

"And watch you lose?"

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