So I sat down a couple hours ago thinking- I should write a fanfic. My last one wasn't too good. Why not try again?
So this is from Adrian's POV. Rose died during the attack on the school and this is Adrian's thoughts on her and her death. Enjoy!
Rose. Rosemarie. Anyway I say it sounds beautiful. Beautiful, just like the girl who possessed those names. She captured my heart the 1st time I spoke to her. She was a challenge. A Rose with thorns. Typical. But I still loved her. I loved her more than anything in the universe.
And she knew it too.
But instead of returning my admiration she only had eyes for Dimitri Belikov. Just thinking that name gave me a sense of anger. He is the reason she is dead. He is the reason she couldn't love me. If it wasn't for that Russian dhampir I would still have my Rose.
I know she didn't love me the same way that I loved her, but I couldn't help but dream. And dream I did. I fell asleep each night with her on my mind. She inhabited my dreams. Her dark hair and her eyes, how those eyes hypnotized me. They were all I thought of, night and day. I often "walked" into her dreams. Although she told me she hated it I couldn't stop. A part of me believed she liked those dreams that I controlled. I spent all night waiting for that alone dream time.
I loved Rosemarie Hathaway. And now she's gone. Dead. Spiritless. All because she loved her teacher. If he hadn't been in those caves she wouldn't have had felt the need to sacrifice herself for him.
I wanted to hate him, despise him. Cuss him out. Hurt him. I wanted to cause him the same pain he had unintentionally caused me. And I was going to. I had it all planned out. Then I saw him.
He looked lost. His face was stained with tears. His eyes were red and watery with tears that threatened to spill over. I knew he felt the same way I felt. I didn't need to cause him pain. He already felt it. His hair was uncombed and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He probably hadn't, I know I couldn't sleep.
Seeing him that way, so lost, so heartbroken, I couldn't hate him. He had lost what he loved most, just like I had.
After the memorial, I left. There was nothing at the Academy that interested me anymore.
I went back to my old way of life, hoping it would fulfill me, just as it had before. It didn't.
My life was empty. I had lost my Rose. Now all I had left was the bush it had grown on. But it wasn't alive anymore. Just like my sweet Rose, it was dead. And nothing, not even a spirit user, could save it.
Well, that was my second fanfic! Originally I sat down thinking I'd write it from Dimitri's POV. But then I thought, "I've never read one from Adrian's POV! I'll do that!" And it wasn't too hard. I've always had a soft spot for Adrian. Well you know what to do! Click that little button! :)