To say say I was in a bad mood would be the ultimate understatement. My mood had significantly plummeted since my "intimate thoughts" of Roza and I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself. Not only did I take advantage of her I pleasured myself to the thought of it. I made my way fast to the lunch room trying to get there before rose and her friends. I've decided the best course of action is to distance myself and remain cold. Avoiding her if necessary. Avoiding my Roza felt wrong but it was the only solution that made sense to me. I grabbed an apple. My appetite waning harshly at the thought of my actions. What if Roza knew what I'd done. The thought only soured my mood further I gathered my stuff and got out of the room before she showed.

I walked past the courtyard not bothering to replace the menacing look on my face. My eyes shifted the left and my mood somehow plummeted further. There rose was wrapped tightly in the arms of Adrian Ivashkov, my whole body tensed. I loathed ivashkov simply because he's Moroi and Royal he's an arrogant prick worst of all he hung all over rose like a leach. Right now she was seeming to like it. My heart ached in the familiar form I knew well jealousy. I remember way back before I knew what I was feeling how jealous I was towards Mason, before he died and before I understood she felt nothing for him. My heart pounded in my chest as she nuzzled into his shoulder. He could give her what she wanted she could be rich with him have children. I watched as he gently grazed the hair from her shoulder. He could also openly be with her. Sadness took over the rage I felt and I let my feet take me away.

My fist pummeled the mats with such force it swung violently. My knuckles were numb by now and probably split to all hell but I didn't care. My vision was completely tunneled and I didn't hear the gym door open. Rose came in looking about ready to kill someone. My plan of avoiding her was coming to a head. Should I stay or should I go. I took a quick assessment of her and decided immediately on the former, she was radiating negative energy in almost a frightening way. She had set up a dummy and was now slamming her fist into it with more force than me. I stopped and walked slowly over to her.

"Rose."

She kept punching almost gaining ferocity. She was starting to scare me now she seemed completely blacked out.

"Rose." I put more force behind voice and she still was unfazed.

"Roza!" My voice made even me flinch and I saw the slightest shift in her demeanor but she kept punching. Before I knew it I had grasped her shoulder and spun her fast. She gasped and pushed me off.

"Don't touch me!"

My eyes widened I've never seen her so menacing and volatile she looked completely mad. I took a step back when I noticed her eyes. Her pupils had completely overtaken her beautiful brown eyes they looked black.

"Roza what's wrong?"

My voice was gentle and pleading.

"Don't you fucking dare! You don't get to kiss me and then treat me the way you treated me, you asshole-."

"Rose, calm down!" She kept going getting more and more upset by the second. She was starting to act insane and it was scaring to me more than anything else.

"I hate you Dimitri! You're nothing to me!"

My heart broke from her words and from the fear I felt watching her. She was a women possessed. I took two large strides forward and gathered her in my arms. She struggled against me and her force surprised me. She struggles hard for more than a minute screaming the whole time. Suddenly her screams faded into harsh sobs. My fear was bracketing, this wasn't normal behavior this was a mental break down. I held her tighter as she sobbed and screamed into my chest. My Roza she was suffering and I didn't even know it. I held her harder fighting back my own tears.

"Shh Roza it will be okay." my head was swimming what did I do in this situation. How could I not have seen her breaking. Her sobs slow and I release her from my grasp but as soon as she out of my arms she's out the door. I make it to the door in record time but not fast enough. She's already long gone, probably to her dorm. I sit and lay my head in my hands. What kind of mentor was I that I didn't even see my student suffering from PTSD. I added it to the list of things I could loathe myself for and took off to find Rose.