CHAPTER 3: DPOV

I ran to the church where I had said those awful words, the words I would regret for the rest of my life-which wouldn't be very long. When I arrived I took a deep breath, readying myself. I stepped inside and went into the confessional-no one was on the other side. I silently prayed that everyone I cared about would be okay. I pulled my stake out, centering it over my heart. I pulled in a deep breath. I was about to plunge the stake into my heart when I heard a blood-curdling scream.

"Dimitri! No!"

Roza.

RPOV

When I saw his note, I felt my world crumbling. He was going to kill himself. That didn't make sense! He was always so strong! How could he do this? To him? To me? To us? But there is no us. I had pretty much told him so. That was how he could do it. That was why he was doing it. Because of me. It was my fault. I felt the guilt crash over me.

"Rose!" Adrian yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What are you doing? You have to find him! Where would he go, Rose?"

Where would he go…"I-I don't know…"

"Rose! Dammit! You know him better than anyone! You have to know! Where did things go wrong?"

Where things went wrong…"The church…" I muttered. "THE CHURCH! He'll be at the church at court!"

"C'mon! let's go!"

We ran as fast as we could. I sped ahead. I had to find him. I had to fix this. I loved him. I couldn't loose him. I needed him.

I ran into the church and towards the confessional. I heard the stake come out the holster and his deep intake of breath.

"Dimitri! No!"

I yanked open the door of the confessional. What I saw stopped my heart.

Dimitri was lying there, soaked in blood, the stake still embedded in his chest. His eyes were already starting to glaze over.

"No…No. No! Dimitri! NO!" I knelt beside him, caressing his face with one hand while pulling the stake out of his chest and covering the wound. "No. I'm so sorry. Dimitri. I love you. I'm sorry I said that. It wasn't true. I want to be with you. I love you. Please, please don't leave me. Please Dimitri."

"Roza…" He said. "Roza...Мне очень жаль, Роза. Я люблю тебя. Roza." he reached up to touch my face. "Oh, Roza." he murmured. (Russian: I'm sorry, Roza. I love you.)

"Dimitri…"

"Rose!" It was Adrian. He ran in. "Oh. God."

"Roza…" I looked down at Dimitri. His eyes were distant.

"No! Dimitri! No!" I pleaded, but the life had already faded from his face. "No. it's my fault. I'm so sorry, Dimitri." I was sobbing. I felt my heart break into tiny pieces.