I could smell him before I felt him. A pair of strong arms wrapped around waist and a trail of kisses went down my neck. The feel of his lips on my skin was like being kissed by pure silk. I turned around to see the face of the man I had grown to love over the past 3 months. It was the face of my very own Russian God. I looked from his chocolate pool eyes, to his defined cheek bones, all the way down to his beautiful full lips. The smile on his lips told me we were far from being done. Slowly he leaned down till he was right at my ear and whispered ever so slightly….

"Roza …. I'm leaving."

I all too late woke up screaming and covered in sweat. I sat up and took in my surroundings. I glanced at my clock to see it was 4:50pm. Great. I hopped off my bed and walked into my bathroom. I headed straight to my shower and turned it on. I got in and let the hot water take over me.

As I stood there washing off the rest of my dream, flashes of him went through my head. Every stolen kiss, every secret embrace. I could feel myself breathing harder and starting to shake. I slid down and began to cry. After what seem like forever, I was able to collect myself and get out. When I looked into the mirror, I couldn't even recognize the person staring back at me. She looked paled and like she hasn't had a goodnights sleep in weeks, which wasn't far off at all. It has been 2 weeks since Dimitri left and I was going through hell.