This is chapter 2! The perspectives will alternate between Rose and Dimitri.

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1. ROSE.

Smitten (adj.) - deeply affected by love (for).

Dear Diary,

I'm in obscurity now. Blissful, painful obscurity. This is how it happened…

I was on the phone with Dimitri-

"I will see you tomorrow, my Roza."

"Goodnight, Dimitri."

"Until tomorrow, my sweet," his voice rang sweet in my ears.

CLICK. The phone was put back into the receiver.

And that was the last I heard from him.

His tomorrow did not involve me. Not in the slightest way.

But I remember the pain, like it was yesterday.

It was a usual Sunday morning, my alarm plunged me violently from my peaceful slumber into the nightmare of reality. My roommate, Meredith was cautious around me in the mornings; she did not dare initiate conversation, which, in a way, I loved. But it did have downsides; I get a bit lonely without conversing with her.

We would spend the morning in silence, taking turns in the bathroom, I was unlucky in having the most boring roommate in the history of boring roommates, the only time Meredith would talk to me, is when she has something offensive to say.

There was more than a couple of hours till breakfast, but I wanted to leave quickly.

"See you later, Meredith" I said, in a trying to sound nice, but my I'm sure she heard the odium to her in voice.

"Bye," she grunted, unenthusiastically, but then the tone of her voice changed "You'll say hello to Lissa for me, wont you."

"Shut the hell up," I muttered under my breath.

Trust her to bring up Lissa. Vasilisa Dragomire is my best friend. She has been the one by my side ever since we became best friends in Kindergarten. But, now, we were in a big argument. The biggest we've ever been in.

Sadistically, my roommate always enjoys rubbing salt into the cut.

I felt her glare, boring into my back as I stood up and left, slamming our door, hard, in the process.

I left the dormitory building and headed outside.

Thick fog surrounded St Vladimir Academy. In my view, it really looks more like a mental institute than a school. It is an old castle, dark bricks towered up, and I wondered as I did every day, how it stayed standing after so long. But I guess some questions aren't suppose to be answered, that's lie as we know it.

But these days, it is considered a rarity to see a building of this kind.

I strode through the old pine doors, into the cold common room. It was early in the morning; no other students would be there for at least a couple of hours.

One of the reasons why I only come this early is so I could write.

I write love letters, stories, poems, songs. Anything I could think of. Anything to help put the emotion of my heart and soul into paper.

The other reason is to be with my Dimitri.

Its the only place at this time, where we can be together, no evil glares from other students cursing us underneath their breath, no eyes of teachers disapproving of our relationship. Just him and iI. Two halves in a whole.

But.

Hours past and Dimitri still didn't come.

He was everything to me. Even though he was a senior and I was a junior, it was obvious to a blind man we were in love, our age gap didn't matter, just out love. Sometimes, late at night, I would write him love letters, my head spinning with the feeling of overwhelming affection. I was unconditionally in love with him, but I never really knew why. He was my first love, which, I guess, made my attraction to him so much strong. I always worried that one day, one terrible day; I would scare him off, with my words. My words, which portrayed so much emotion, feeling, sadness, and love. They would terrify anyone else. But he had stayed through them, which proved his love to me is real.

Until that day.

My eyes flooded with tears, and sooty mascara eroded my cheeks, burning down them like acid. It was then I expected him to come; when I was breaking down without him. It was always like that. He always came for me. I stayed waiting for him for another hour. It was our precious time. But not now. The student of St Vlad's started coming through the pine doors, so I went back to my dorm shortly after, giving up on the day, and retiring to the warmth and comfort of my own bed. Meredith was not there and I was glad, I couldn't put up with her. I hadn't felt this way for a long while.

You see, I used to be different. Not like the girl I am now, I never cared about writing; my only talent was flirting with any gorgeous boy I lay my eyes on. Looking good was my motivation. My only emotion shown is my lust. I didn't care, I never cared I was a magnet for danger and was my middle name

But that part of me changes the moment Dimitri entered my life. I was a completely different person.

Many more days past, and he never returned. It was like déjà vu.

My old life, all over again. The memory I wanted to forget was playing back... I was falling apart. I was breaking more than I was, in the first place.

My life was ending, without my love.


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