Author's Note
Hello all :) While I am trying to write the next parts for the unfinished stories I already have, I figured I would take a story I wrote for another fandom and make it Romitri! I hope you enjoy!
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Rose wakes with a start, wincing when she feels her head pounding unbearably. She closes her eyes to try and will the pain away, but absolutely nothing happens. The only thing she can focus on is the faint whisper of a name, a name that sounds familiar, but one that she can't put a face to.
Fuck, my head hurts. Why won't it stop?
She opens her eyes again and slowly sits up, rubbing them as she lets out a yawn. She looks around the room and the pain in her head is forgotten just for a second and replaced with confusion.
Where am I?
She gets up off the floor to explore and walks to the darkened window, only to see another room with a woman sleeping.
Where the hell am I?
She catches sight of a mirror on the far wall and lets out a scream when she sees her reflection. Running over to get a closer look, she trips on her bare feet, which she now realizes are freezing cold. Where are her shoes?
She lifts her head back up to the mirror and her mouth drops fully open. She does not recognize the face staring back at her, it's definitely not the one she had before. Where she had short red hair before, it's now long, dark and wavy, reaching around her middle back. She has dark brown eyes instead of green and taking a step back, she can see that she's actually really pretty now.
She looks down at her body and finds decent sized breasts and beautiful womanly curves. Before, she was stick thin with small boobs and a flat butt, and very tall. Like 6 foot tall. She can't tell how tall she is now but it's definitely a few inches short than before. She has always wanted to look like this but doesn't understand why she does now.
She looks back up at the mirror and it feels like she's been punched in the gut again.
"This isn't me..." she whispers. She lifts his hand and when the reflection does the same, she lets out a shaky breath.
"No, this can't be true," she mutters to herself, shaking her head. "Someone is playing a trick on me. It's probably…"
She blanks on a name of who could be messing with her. She has no idea why or what's going on, but she doesn't want to believe that that reflection is her. It can't be,
"Someone's playing a trick on me," she repeats. "Very funny, whoever you are! You got me good! But please stop, I just want to go... home."
Where is home?
Rose remembers nothing, just the one name in the back of her mind.
Dimitri Belikov.
She knows the name but can't think why. Who is he? Why can't she remember the man who obviously has a lot of meaning to her?
The door of the room opens and a man dressed in all white walks in, some clean clothes on his arm.
"Who are you?" Rose asks. "Where am I? Why can't I remember anything? Who am I?"
"Change," is all the man says, ignoring Rose's questions, "then I'll tell you what I can."
He exits the room, leaving Rose alone to change. Once she has, she walks over to the door and turns the handle, sighing in relief when it opens. She steps out and sees the man leaning against the wall.
"Follow me, Rose," he says. He starts walking so Rose quickly follows, bare feet pattering along the cold tiles.
"How do you know my name?" she asks.
"I know everything about you."
Before Rose can respond, the man ushers her into a room. Rose is almost blinded by the amount of light in the room and has to squeeze her eyes shut for a second. The room is completely white, no decorations, only a silver table with two chairs in the middle. The man sits down in one seat so Rose takes the one opposite him then waits for an explanation.
"I can't tell you much, that's for you to figure out," the man starts. "What I can say is your name is Rose Hathaway, which you still remember, and you live in New York You were killed in a car accident a few days ago and now you're here."
"I was killed? Why am I alive now? Why am I in a different body?" Rose asks. If the man is annoyed at her repeating the same questions he doesn't show it which she's thankful for.
"Only one percent of the world's population have the gift you do," he explains. "You will be re-born if you die unnaturally, but only then. If you die of sickness or natural causes, you won't come back. We don't exactly know why people come back in different bodies, but we do know that the new bodies are usually ones that embody how you've always wanted to look. Short people come back tall, brunettes come back blonde, that kind of stuff. It seems that how you look now is a combination of all the things you've wanted. We don't have all the information on this yet."
Rose slumps back against her chair, rubbing her face while trying to digest the information.
"What about my family? Will I get to see them again?" she asks.
"You can if you want but they won't know you," the man replies. Rose notices his voice is devoid of any emotion and she can't tell if that makes the situation better. "If I may ask, is there anything you remember from your previous life?"
"I know my name, I remember what I used to look like… and I remember a name. I don't know who the person is but I know his name."
"What is it?"
"Dimitri Belikov."
The man nods. "I can only tell you one thing about him."
"I'll take it."
"He's your husband."
Husband?