Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Richelle Mead except Nikki. Please R/R! Enjoy!
Christain's P.O.V.
I watched Rose the whole time we walked. Our pain wasn't only similar it was the same. We shared so many emotions. Lissa and Dimitri had both been fake. I knew she wanted to scream and cry, but she was being strong. Being strong for everyone else. I felt for her, although I would never admit it. I guess love just wasn't meant for a kickass novice and a "strigoi wannabe." I noticed her hug my jacket closer to her.
She looked truly beautiful right now, moonlight washing over her features. She looked like an exoctic indian princess with skin the color of the inside of an almond, long, dark hair framing her face, and deep dark brown eyes that always held a dangerous glint.
Even with the beauty she posessed, I could tell she was hurting. She did so many things without even thinking. And I don't mean the reckless, impulsive way she had of doing things. No, now eating and sleeping even seemed like a mechanical chore for her. Maybe she was losing her mind, slowly, without anyone taking notice. Maybe that the way she wanted it to be. I vowed silently to myself right than, I would somehow take the pain away. I would help her see a brighter day.
Her voice suddenly tore through my thoughts. "Bye, Chris. See you tomorrow." She went to take off my jacket that was wrapped around her body. I shook my head.
"Keep it. It looks better on you anyway." I left her standing there with a shocked expression on her beautiful face, caused by the words that had just passed my lips.
(A/N: Sorry it was so short. The next will be longer.)