Sadly, I didn't get as many reviews as I'd hoped for, but that's okay! Hopeuflly I'll be happier this time :)

Some people exist to make someone happy. Others do to create something new in the world, or to become the next who-knows-what and then die and be forgotten. No matter what, it is certain that everyone exists in some weird way. And everyone have a purpose in life, although it may be something as small as finishing up breakfast as fast as you could, or as big as graduating with honors from Harvard. As for a certain person known by the name of Rose Hathaway, she herself had no idea what her purpose of life was.

She just stood in her room, staring at the wall without truly seeing it, not what the hell she was doing. Her body was rocking back and forth, completely out of control, and she just sat on the bed. It wasn't like that in her thoughts, though. Her thoughts, which were a complete mess, where she was completely lost and didn't know exactly what to do. It was like a person that had a filled up schedule and was wondering how to squeeze in a few more things and manage to get their sleep and do their own things. Except she was losing track of that busy schedule, missing important meetings, and getting to spend time with their little one. That last sentence there hurt, since it was going to close to homerun. She felt like she hadn't done a good job of raising Christina so far. And maybe she could just…stay here? She truly had meant to run away from Christian and take Christina with her, of course, but when she really thought of it, where would she go? She would end up running around again. That would be okay for the next two years? For Christina was turning 3 in about two months, and pretty soon she'd be five and needing to start kindergarten. What would she do then? She didn't know.

But, she decided, the last choice would be to stay here and give up on true love. Maybe it wasn't like in fairytales, maybe…

At that moment the door opened up and she saw Christian come in. It had been 2 hours since he had hit her, and since then she had found out that she had broken her hand. Not that it mattered much to her. She'd gotten it fixed in no time and now the only problem she was facing was…him.

He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, with an open mouth. When he saw her, he closed it and just stood in the room, closing the door behind him carefully. Thankfully, she was fully dressed. She didn't know what she would have done had he been half naked again, or worn nothing at all…she probably wouldn't have been able to resist him. At least now she could think clearly.

They stood there, she, avoiding his eyes, he, trying to look kin hers. Nobody said a word for what felt like forever, and it was one of those uncomfortable silences often called a pregnant pause. Except the difference here was that both of them wanted to say something, but what? Neither of them knew? And what was expected of them, anyways? Were they supposed to yell at each other and then end up by having sex again? Or were they supposed to sit and talk like rational people and get their problems cleared out? Surely they couldn't just stand and not say anything forever, particularly since Rose had decided to stay…although, whether or not Christian knew, she didn't know and didn't care much.

At one point of time, Christian started to say something, to apologize actually. Their eyes met and he saw hope in hers just like she saw hope in his. Yet in her eyes he saw pain as well – and it wasn't physical.

He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. Not now. So he cleared his throat and said, instead:

"The plain will leave in an hour."

If he had been disappointed to get no reaction from Rose, he got one now. She suddenly jumped up from the bed and looked at him, alarmed. Now what?

"Where are you going?" She did her best to say "you" instead of "we", although it was extremely hard not to. Somehow, she had started letting him in her life again and he was still controlling their relationship completely. She had no idea if he could change that.

"Back to my house. My actual house, not a hotel. And…um… I was thinking that I wanted to show Christina around, so…" he stopped, since he had no idea what else to say. They both what he said wasn't truly what he meant. He want to have her, Rose with him as well, he just didn't know how to say it.

Rose nodded her head, not ready to apologize yet, although she felt guilty.

"That's cool." She said. "I mean…should I come with her? It's a new place and you guys are really acquainted, so…" she didn't finish either since she, too, like Christian, seemed to not know what to say.

Christian shrugged as though he didn't care. In fact his heart leapt when he realized that she was thinking of coming with hi, after everything he'd done to her, especially after two hours ago. Rose misread the shrugging, though. She thought of as an "I want my daughter to come with me and I really don't care about you. It was all for the sex, anyways." She looked at Christian face, without his eyes, of course, and with an ice-cold voice she said:

"Why don't you just kill me and then re-marry one of your whores? Maybe then you'll have your happily ever after."

And she left to pack her bags, knowing she mustn't leave her daughter with such a psychopath

And Christian was left alone, just to stare behind her again, this time truly at a loss of words, since his mind was simply…blank. He did now know what to think of this.

They got on the plane exactly 55 minutes later, by Rose's clock. Both of them were definitely not looking forward to the flight. Only little Christina seemed excited, as she screamed, her eyes shining, when she saw the small castle with dolls that was waiting for her in one corner of the plane.

"Mothel, can I…?" she always called her "Mother", unless she was having very strong emotions. Mother had taught her that "Mommy" and "Mama" were too childish, even if she was only 2. She frowned at not being able to pronounce the "r" right, but still looked up at her mother hopefully. Rose smiled at her, nodded and little Christina went to the castle and stayed there the whole flight, kept busy by the dolls' hair and dresses.

She and Christian sat together, Rose by the window and didn't say a word. Rose just stared out the window, ignoring him, pretending to be extremely interested in the clouds.

He decided it was finally time to start talking to her. So he started with something casual.

"What did you want to be?" he asked, looking at her with the corner of his eye.

"When?" she asked, surprised, but not showing it. He smiled, relieved that she was answering him.

"When you were younger."

She sighed.

"You don't want to know. It will bore you."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Not it wouldn't."

She still kept quiet.

"Come on. Please?"

She sighed.

"When I was a kid I had a dream every day that my Mom would turn out to be a very famous, lost Queen. And that she would come back to me, and open up her arms and say she loves me and never meant to leave me. And we would live our happily ever, until I turned 18. And then I wouldn't have to guard anyone and a strange prince will come to me. And he would have had black hair and blue eyes, because that was my dream man when I was younger. He'd be on a white horse and he'd take me up in his arms and whisper that he loves me. And then he'll take me on a romantic adventure to his big palace and we'd be married and have eleven children – I had thought of a name for all eleven of them! – and then we'll live our happily ever after and he'd spoil me and love me and…" she stopped and he looked at her, to find her eyes filled with tears. She shook her head. "It was a stupid dream, anyways.

"I like it." A servant came over to me at that time. "A martini, please."

"Getting drunk now, in front of…?" Rose pointed to the castle's corner and raised her eyebrows.

"What's with that?" he suddenly asked. He knew he should have stopped himself, but he couldn't and it was too late now.

"What's with what?" she asked, looking confused.

"You're avoiding my eyes." He answered quietly.

She sighed and looked out the window again There they were, at the quiet stage again. He sighed, thinking she wouldn't talk to him again. He'd said the wrong thing. He just had to start watching his mouth. But to his surprise and relief, she spoke less than a minute later:

"Lots of things have changed, Christian." She said, her voice barely a whisper.

He swallowed, or tried to. He couldn't, there was a huge lump expanding in his throat.

"You don't…love me anymore?" he asked, also whispering, although there was no one close by to hear them.

She laughed, and it was a bitter laugh, not one that made you laugh as well, but one that made you shiver.

"This is not about love – this is about how you treat people. And you have to learn that you aren't the only one in the world."

"I know that!" Gosh, how many people had told him that inn his whole life? He could even recall the tone they'd said it in – all in the same, annoyed voice, as though he was nothing but a bug that they didn't want, but still took care of because they had to.

Everyone had treated him like that, his whole life, up until he was 18. He'd been the Ozera kid; the one with the Strigoi parents, the one everyone was scared of and avoided. Then when he was 18, he'd gotten out in the real world and girls had suddenly realized that he was actually very sexy to them. He had had a girlfriend back then, although he wasn't sure Rose really had thought of him as a boyfriend at the age of 18. Anyways, he had started to feel weird feelings towards Rose and had started to use her, afraid of these new and unknown feelings, for it was like an unknown territory to him. About 4 months later, she'd run away and he didn't realize why, until way later…and he also recognized those feelings later as the one of love, of finding your soul mate and spending the rest of your life with them.

"I love you." He suddenly said and looked at her lovingly, hoping she would believe him.

She froze and they finally stared in each other's eyes again, since that one dreadful hour, when they hadn't said much. He could see tears into her eyes and she reached out, as though she needed to be comforted. And he was there, ready for her, spreading his arms, hey started leaning close to each other…

"The martini, sir!" said one of the servants and Rose and Christian looked up to see the drink be put in front of Christian. He just stared at it, and then up at Rose. There were still tears in her eyes, but she was no longer leaning towards him. Instead she grabbed the drink and looked up at him, staring right into his eyes, hers filled with anger.

"Dirty bastard." She said. She threw the drink in his face, dropped the galas on the floor, which broke into pieces, like her broken heart had once upon a time. And then she went to her somewhat of a happily ever after, to play with her little daughter, which was all she had left in this world.

So…was it too harsh? I'm expecting tearful letters telling me that I'm so cruel :D