I strolled mindlessly into training, just like every other day. As I walk in, I flash Dimitri my best man-eating smile.

"Ready to get your ass kicked today, Comrade?" His mouth tilted upward in a small smile and he shook his head at my comment. I love that little smile. I love him in general.

"Language, Roza," he reminded me. I ignored his reply and walked over to the locker room to put down my bag. I'm already wearing my training clothes so I don't have to change. I kick open the door with my foot and teasingly sway my hips as I walk back to Dimitri. He stood, tall, dark, and handsome, with his hair in a rubber band at the nape of his neck.

"Ready to sta-" I cut him off mid sentence as I leapt in the air and had him pinned to the ground within a second.

"Round one goes to me!" I exclaimed happily. Dimitri didn't look so ecstatic as he climbed off the floor. I ready myself in battle stance making sure to leave not vulnerable spots open for his attack. I watch as his face changes to attack mode and after a second, he pounces and the dance begins. He aims a kick at my shoulder so I grab his foot at throw it out from under him, using his slight lack of flexibility, due to the fact that he's a man, to my advantage. As he regains his balance, I punch at his stomach and he blocks it.

One hour and about seven rounds later, I'm getting exhausted. Dimitri just declared that practice is over for now so I go into the locker room and grab my things. I kick open the door again because my hands are preoccupied dumping as much water down my throat as I can. I just finished off my first bottle when Dimitri's voice echoes through the quiet gym.

"Roza, we need to talk," I look over at him and he looks stressed. He's sitting in the middle of the floor, so I walk over, cross my legs and sit down Indian-style right in front of him.

"Is this about what I did to Jesse, 'cause he tota-"

"No, I have something more serious to talk about," his completely stoic voice and expression are beginning to disturb me, and I'm thinking something's wrong. The next words that leave his mouth shock me into silence, and I have to say, that is not easy to do. "I'm leaving. Tasha Ozera offered me a job as her Guardian. I'm good friends with her and I can't refuse a chance like this, so I'm leaving. Alberta will find someone else to train you until you are finished catching up. I'm leaving tomorrow," he finished.

I'm stunned. I can't even think of words to say because my mind is drawing a blank. I sit there with my mouth gaping open like a fish for a minute. All of a sudden, a petite figure, with a tomato red face rimmed in blonde ringlets is shooting daggers back at me. I'm in Lissa's head

Lissa and Mia are arguing "civilly" again but I can feel Lissa getting more than mildly upset. Voices are rising and spirit darkness is starting to build up in Lissa and Mia's antagonizing is not helping. I mentally sigh and pull in the darkness, not even thinking about what I'm doing because I've been doing this so much lately.

I pull out of Lissa's head and someone is incessantly snapping in my face.

"Roza, Rose! Are you okay? Answer me!" Dimitri. I blink twice and look up at him and he sighs in relief. He looks up to the ceiling and when our eyes meet again, a flash of recognition and the terror flash across those chocolate pools. Probably from the look of pure anger I'm sure is stained into my pupils. I feel the consequences of the darkness as it fuels my rising temper, ready to snap at this ass hole in front of me.

"Roza, calm down," he warned.

All hell broke loose. "First off," I start in a creepily calm yet threatening voice, low and furious, "don't you dare call me Roza," I practically spit the name I used to love. "And second don't tell me to calm down," my voice is growing louder, I'm pretty much growling at this point, "Especially after choosing some slutty bitch over me! I thought that maybe, just maybe, we had something special. Apparently, I was wrong," I continue.

Dimitri opens his mouth, probably to spout some aggregating zen lesson on how we should still be friends, but before a sound leaves his lips, I'm screaming. "I LOVED YOU! I really did, and now, now I can't even believe I was stupid enough to fall for your tricks. I was just a stupid little toy for you, wasn't I? But, you know what? I have to thank you. So, thanks for showing me what a horrible person you really are. Goodbye, forever."

I grab my bag and maliciously stomp to the exit. The fact that he didn't even try to contradict me just proves all of my accusations are right. By now I had screamed out all of the darkness, and all I have left is pain, that I had been nothing but a toy, all this time. He never loved my, not like I loved him. I feel the first tear streak down my face just as I enter my room. It leads the way for many more and I don't even try to wipe them away. I let them drip down my face in all their glory. I toe out of my shoes and throw my gym bag on the chair by my desk.

I strip down to nothing and grab a towel as I walk past my unmade bed to the door that connects my room and my bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as it will go without really hurting me and wait for it to warm up. I put down the towel by the sink and climb under the waves of hot water and feel as they mix with the tears still shamelessly rolling over my cheeks. My tense muscles begin to relax and I attempt to clear my head, meaning thinking about anything but the catastrophe that just happened and the man that caused the snow ball to start rolling.

(A/N This is my first fanfic so please read and review. I'll probably update really soon, probably tomorrow but I might need help with ideas for the story and where it should go. Be nice!)