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I cried so much that night. Adrian was in the other room, probably worse off than I was—or maybe not because I defiantly felt shitty as hell. God, why does it always have to be the queen who ruins everything? Why, for once in her life, could not she just leave something as it was, not like she wanted it to be? For her, I had to give up the love of my life. It was really sad and I did not want anyone to experience this.

I was very foreign to myself. I had never cried this much in my life. Why the change all of a sudden?

Soon, exhaustion took me over. I fell into a deep sleep. I began dreaming. It was dream that seemed so real. Maybe it was. Nothing interesting happened in the dream. It felt more like a flashback than a dream. All I saw was Adrian's sad face. I swear, his expression would haunt my dreams forever, or until Adrian forgave me.

Finally, I couldn't take it. I woke up and just laid in bed. To my misfortune, a sad song was playing on the radio.

She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette

She broke his heart he spent his whole life trying to forget

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away her memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said I'll love her till I die

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

I put my head on the pillow and started crying again.

Adrian's POV

Oh, Rose, my beautiful Rose! Why do you have to cause the worst pain? I couldn't sleep that night. I just drank and drank, something that I had not done when Rose had been assigned to me.

A song started playing on the radio that just added to this drama.

The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself

For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

She finally drank her pain away a little at a time

But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away his memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength she had to get up off her knees

We found her with her face down in the pillow

Clinging to his picture for dear life

We laid her next to him beneath the willow

While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

I had to forgive Rose. I did not want something like this happening to her. I loved her too much for that. Why, though? Why did she suddenly want to break what we had off? Something must have encouraged her to do something like that. Rose never acted on her own. Something or someone…made her do this. But who? If I found out, I would kill them.

Just then, my phone rang. Without looking to see who it was first, I answered it.

"Can I help you?"

"Adrian, nephew, how are you?" Couldn't she just tell by my voice?

I didn't answer her question. "Is there anything I can help you with? It may be morning over there, but it is night over here."

"Adrian, you sound bad. What has troubled you?"

"What's wrong with me?" I gave a hysterical, semi-maniac laugh. "The love of my life left me! That's what's wrong!" I yelled loud enough that the whole house heard. I hope she had heard as well. As soon as I yelled that, I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall. Why was this happening to me?! Was there anything I could do?

"Why, Rose? Couldn't you see we had a good thing?" As soon as I said that, I felt my heart break. If she wanted us to be apart, then we would be apart, even if it broke my heart into smaller pieces to think of being away from her.

***

Daylight came way to soon. I woke up and walked out of my room. I looked down the steps that led into the kitchen and saw Adrian trying to make breakfast. His back was turned to me and I saw maybe a side glance of his cold expression. From the top of the stairs, I could smell the heavy thick scent of alcohol.

I frowned and felt tears making their way again. He started drinking again. He hadn't drunken anything ever since we started going out together, but I guess that it was his outlet once again.

I quietly went down the stairs and snuck up from behind him. I stood behind the counter as he kept his back to me. He turned around and I gave a smile small.

"Hey." I said.

He turned around and looked me up and down. "Guardian Hathaway, I thought we are to be formal?" my smile dropped. I forgot that I said that.

I nodded and cleared my throat. "That is right Lord Ivashkov, I apologize." I said. He nodded and turned his attention back on to the breakfast that cooked on the hot stove. I looked from behind and saw pancakes, eggs, and bacon on a skillet. My mouth watered and my stomach growled. I forgot the last time I ate something, and now I feel like that I might eat right off the skillet.

Adrian flipped off the stove and grabbed two plates from the cupboard. He placed one in front of me and one in front of him. He went back to the stove and took the skillet and dumped two eggs, two pancakes, and three pieces of bacon on each of our plates. He put the skillet in the dish washer and grabbed two forks and knives. He handed me a knife and fork to me and picked at his breakfast; I ate mine instantly.

We stayed silent throughout the meal not saying anything and hardly looking at each other. We finished and he took our plates and utensils and put them in the dish washer with the skillet.

He stepped out of the kitchen, but not before he said "We have to go somewhere for a little while," he turned to me. "You have no problem with that do you?" I shook my head and he nodded and walked out of the room.

Where are we going now?


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