Author's Note at the end. Please Read.
Lissa and Christian have left. Now I really am alone. Mason doesn't stay at the academy through breaks either. I with he did, just this once. I don't know how to handle being alone. I could hardly stand to be near Dimitri when the campus was full of people. Now that no one is here, my longing and need has only grown stronger. Things would be so easy for us in times like these. There are so few guardians and Moroi around, we'd barely have to put effort into sneaking around.
A sharp pain strikes through my hand as I hit the punching bag for the fourth time. Combat being the only way I truly know how to let my emotions out all at once. I limp slightly as I walk over to the edge of the room to bandage my hand, my entire body aching. However, the door banging closed causes me to nearly jump out of my skin.
As I swiftly turn to see who it is, my brown orbs find their way to the love of my life. My lips part slightly in shock before shaking my head, and look away. Hoping Dimitri doesn't notice the deep scarlet tinting my cheeks, I begin to wrap my hand. "Rose," his thick, accented voice says in a collected, almost bored tone.
"Hey," I say casually, proud when my voice doesn't break. I keep my back to him, hearing his heavy footsteps pad across the room, and to the practice stakes. "I thought you were on patrol tonight?" I inquire before mentally cursing myself, wishing I hadn't revealed that I paid attention to his whereabouts. As I begin to walk to the middle of the room, I see him striding along to meet me. A tingly feeling suddenly erupting in my chest.
"I switched shifts tonight. I thought I could come see how your training was progressing," he says, and my giddiness immediately dies down as he hands me one of the two stakes he grabbed.
"I don't know why you care." I mutter more to myself as I begin to make my way to the corner of the mat we usually use. I'm stopped suddenly when I feel a toned arm wrap around my waist tightly from behind, my body tensing at his touch.
"I care more than you realize, Roza," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck, and I hesitate leaning back into his chiseled body. I quickly decide against giving in to him, though I can't deny it's what I want. I pull away and glare up at him.
"You don't get to do this. You can't come in and act like you haven't ignored me and made me feel like I meant nothing. I needed you," I state, straining to keep my voice from rising.
"I know, and I'm sorry," he says in a soft, light voice. As I peer into his eyes, I see the light golden flecks mixing with the nearly obsidian iris. "But I still need to know your safe. So please, just let me make sure you know what you're doing."
"Fine." I say quietly before stalking to the end of the mat, getting in position to spar with him. My silent hopes to get close reigniting.
A/N: I know it's been a long time. Way overdue. I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for this or may be angry with me. I just wasn't inspired to continue with this until now, but I promise not to leave like that again. Let me know if there's anything you want to see in the next chapter. Until next time, lovelies.
