Four Years Earlier
We weren't staying here long. Just long enough to con some money out of a few people and then get the hell out of doge. The Virginia Beach boardwalk was loaded with people this time of year, and we had only been here for a few days. There was too much of a risk that Division would catch up to us here.
Lissa seemed to be racking in the cash with her 'fortune telling', but really, she was just reading people's scents. It was surprisingly a good trick. Lissa could see so much with skin-to-skin contact, and it was amazing what she should learn about someone with the touch of their hand. She was skilled when it came to 'sniffing' objects that people have touched, but I had never seen her like this.
It was a little terrifying, to be honest, to know that people could know so much about you, the things you've done, the places you've been because of your scent.
The couple in front of her was enthralled with her, and from what Lissa was saying, I guess the guy was planning to propose soon. Seeing the two so happy and enveloped in each other sent a pang of jealousy through me. It was something I wouldn't get to experience. There was too much running; too much fear.
I smirked at the couple sitting in front of Lissa, they were laying right into the palm of her hand. It started at five dollars, but each additional 'fortune' made the price go up. At this rate, we'd have enough to secure a plane out of the country, and enough to keep us set. Hell, if we stayed here for the rest of the day, we'd be set for a while.
My smirk from my face as I felt an odd tug in my pocket. I focused on the feeling before I spun around and snatched my wallet from the air. I looked around trying to find the cause for it when I noticed someone across the way. He was tall and terrifying, but strikingly beautiful and handsome. But there was a part of me that felt a pull to him.
"Liss, I'll be right back," I said before breaking away from her. If my hunch was right, he would follow. If he was who I thought he was, he was stealing my wallet because he needed the cash just as much as we did. I weaved between people as I headed towards the building where they kept the equipment.
As I drew near, I quickened my pace before ducking in and around a corner. I watched and tried to force a vision to come, but it wasn't happening. I blew out a slow, quiet breath as I listened for footsteps. I could feel him coming but just needed to time it right.
Once the steps came closer, I focused on myself. Psychics weren't dangerous in general, but we were dangerous to each other when we didn't know each other. I stepped out into the hallway at the right time, swinging my fist out to knock them off their balance. I was satisfied with the hit but had to work quickly because they had partly expected me.
While my hit was a surprise, his hurt just as bad as mine did. His punch to my gut knocked the wind out of me, but the punch was different than a usual punch. He was a mover. A telekinetic psychic. They could move things with their minds, but a skilled mover could magnify their ability into their hands. It was almost like a field of energy wrapping around their hands.
If he wanted to play dirty, I could play dirty. All I needed was the slightest amount of eye contact.
I brought my knee up while gripping onto the back of his jacket, driving my knee into his solar plex. I tried to pull back enough to meet his eyes, but his hand fisted into my loose hair, holding onto it to keep me in place.
We continued to grapple, but I could feel that he was going to overpower me, so I did the only advantage I had. I grabbed onto his cheeks and held his head into place long enough to make direct eye contact.
You'll stop fighting me.
I could see the fight flicker through his eyes before he stopped. It was enough of a push for me to find out what he wanted. He was too much taller and larger than me for us to win this fight with fists. He shook out of my grip and glared at me.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you? Push," he sneered with a bit of a snap. I noticed his accent immediately. It was heavy but rough at the same time. I would have pegged him as Russian, Polish, or Ukrainian.
"You figured that out on your own?"
He rolled his eyes but relaxed a bit. "Dimitri. You?"
"Rose. Why did you try to steal my money?"
"Needed it."
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Noted. Why my money? I need it too."
Dimitri didn't respond besides a shake of his head. He seemed to know that the situation wasn't going to go in his favour so he tried to leave, but I blocked him.
"You knew I was psychic. Why pick me?"
"I don't know. I just had a feeling that it should have been you. Guess I shouldn't have trusted that feeling."
"You had a feeling that you should try to steal from another psychic? What if I was with Division?"
"You don't look like Division," Dimitri retorted, eyes flicking down to my bare wrists. It was common for psychics to examine each other's wrists. Division agents all had barcode-like tattoos on their wrists.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Either way, I'd be dead right now if you were," Dimitri finished, raising a brow at me.
I huffed and relaxed my posture, which made him relax as well. I had to admit, that he was a lot more attractive up close. His eyes were dark and bottomless, his cheekbones and nose were sharp. He looked like a God, an Adonis. But his voice was rough and sexy at the same time. A voice I could listen to for hours.
"Hiding in America?"
Dimitri frowned and shook his head. "I was trying to, but it's not really working out. I heard that it's safer in China."
I scuffed the toe of my school against the floor. "I heard the same thing," I said, "my friend and I are hoping to head out that way soon. Hence, why we are here."
Dimitri nodded and started heading for the door, but was slow enough that it was an invitation to walk with him. I watched him as he adjusted the long, leather coat he was wearing. It was peculiar since it was the middle of July, but hey, if it fit the image he wanted, so be it. It almost made him look like a cowboy, minus the hat.
"Your friend is a sniff?"
"Yes. A very skilled one. She can find someone with someone as small as a button that hasn't been touched for a year."
Dimitri let a huff of air out of his mouth, a small smirk on his face. "Wow. She's good."
"Too good for her own good. But it helps to have a friend like her," I said wistfully. I was lucky to have her. She had my back and I had hers. It had been that way for years now.
"You're alone?"
Dimitri nodded his head. "The last person I travelled with stole everything and took off."
I frowned in understanding. Psychics lived in a dog-eat-dog world. I understood how hard it could be. Lissa and I had run-ins with psychics that were unsavoury characters. Which also explained why he did something desperate enough to steal from another psychic.
I felt sympathy for him, I had been in his position.
"When was the last time you ate? I suspect that you've probably been stealing food when you can."
Dimitri looked a little ashamed and shrugged slightly, clearing his throat. "I do. But I don't like doing it."
I canted my head to the side. "C'mon. Let's get you a decent meal, maybe that'll make your looting ability better," I chuckled with a small smile. There was a good chance that he wouldn't accept the meal, but I would have killed to have someone offer the same for me.
Dimitri hesitated but nodded, following me towards the strip. I weaved through the crowd and made my way back to Lissa. She looked up at me and I watched her eyes wander to Dimitri who trailed behind me. She seemed apprehensive, but I could tell that she didn't think he was a threat if I brought him with me.
"Hey Liss. How're the readings going?"
Lissa shrugged nonchalantly. "It's going. The crowds are good tonight. Who's this?"
I turned at pointed at Dimitri. "This is Dimitri. Dimitri, this is Lissa. The sniff who will find you anywhere if you piss me off or try to steal from me again."
Lissa's eyes widened at my words. "You tried to steal from us?!"
I waved Lissa off quickly. "Easy, he is us last year. He won't try anything stupid again," I explained, crouching down and pulling my water bottle out from under the table. "I'm going to get something to eat. You hungry?"
"No. I'm fine. Although, I think you're intimidating people. I've had more people come up while you were gone than I have all day," Lissa said with a smug look. I rolled my eyes at her and put my bottle back in the bag.
"Oh. And I would fix your shirt. You look like you got your ass kicked."
I laughed sarcastically at her as I stood up. "Come along, let's find some food!"
Lissa waved at us as we walked away and I snickered at the look on Dimitri's face. "What?"
"She seems so innocent. I don't see why I should be scared of her."
"You should be scared but all she will need to find you is a ten-year-old toothbrush. And, she's deadly with a gun - a perfect shot. My dad taught us how to shoot a long time ago," I said with raised brows, looking around for somewhere to eat.
"Your dad?"
"Yeah."
"How old were you?"
I pursed my lips. "I was fifteen when my mom got snatched up by Division, and my dad knew that he was next. So, he taught me and Lissa as much as he could before he left me with her and her parents and disappeared. The last time I knew if he was even alive was three years ago," I explained as I led him towards the one food stand that looked good.
"I'm sorry. That's hard," Dimitri said after a minute of processing. I shrugged and ordered my food and gestured for him to do the same. We made idle conversation as we waited for our food, and I smiled at the vendor when I took our food order.
"How old are you exactly?"
"Didn't anyone tell you it was rude to ask a woman her age?"
"Humour me."
I pursed my lips and looked down at my food. "Twenty. I just turned twenty last week."
"And you've been running since you were, what, sixteen?"
I nodded and bit into my sausage with more aggression than necessary. I didn't like talking about it.
"I miss him," I ended up saying after chewing my food.
"Your dad?"
I nodded. "I was a lot closer with him than my mom. A part of me feels horrible that I didn't have a better relationship with her, but I miss my dad so much that I can't even ask Lissa to look for him because I don't think that I could handle it if he was dead."
"What about you?" I asked, changing the direction of the conversation.
"What about me?"
"Age? Family? Where are you from?"
"I'm twenty-seven, I was born in Russia, I have four sisters, none of them have psychic abilities thankfully. My mom was a mover, a very skilled one. She's in hiding too. My dad was a deadbeat, and I haven't seen him since I was thirteen. Not much to me," Dimitri explained as he dipped his fries in ketchup.
"I'm sorry. When did you last see your mom?"
Dimitri absently brought his hand up to his neck, his fingers searching for a moment. "A few years ago. We split up so that we could keep my sisters safe."
I frowned as I watched his hand fall back to his lap. "You said that you were robbed. I take it that they took something of your mother's?"
Dimitri brought his fries to his lips with a nod. "She gave us all necklaces as christening gifts. They were St. Christopher pendants. She stole it," Dimitri explained, his voice trailing off at the end. I frowned and turned back to my food, my appetite decreasing. From the look on his face as he talked about his necklace, it showed just how important it was to him.
And my heart broke a little bit. I wish I had a piece of my parents to hold onto, and he did, and it was stolen.
"What a bitch."
Dimitri scoffed around his food with a slight nod. "Yeah. I was stupid to trust her. But we all have to learn from our mistakes, right?"
I nodded and changed the subject. "So, Russia? Did you live anywhere exciting?"
"I lived in a small town outside of Omsk. I lived there until I was eighteen and then started moving around."
"I thought you might have been Ukrainian with your accent, but Russian is a better fit. It's a pretty language. I've heard some people sound it sounded grumbled, but I think it's nice," I said with a smile, stealing one of his fries. He gave me a faux annoyed look but smiled in good nature.
"Thank you."
"So what would my name be? In Russian? I know some names change depending on the language."
Dimitri leaned back against the wall with a half-smile, folding his hands behind his head. "Roza. It would be Roza."
"Roza," I said trying to imitate the pronunciation, "I like that a lot more than Rosemarie or Rose."
Dimitri chuckled. "Then Roza it is."
I smiled and balled my trash up into a ball, lobbing it towards the trash can across the way. I grumbled when I bounced off the rim and onto the ground. I sighed and turned back to Dimitri in time to watch his trash lift from his lap and land directly into the can.
"Show off," I snipped as I ran my fingers through my hair. I winced when my fingers ran over attender spot on my scalp.
"I'm sorry I yanked on your hair so hard," Dimitri said apologetically as I gently rubbed my fingers against my scalp.
"It's fine really. I've been debating on cutting it. That's the third time someone's tried to use my hair against me in a fight," I said while inspecting the ends of my hair before tossing it over my shoulder.
"Don't cut it," Dimitri said almost instantly with an undertone of urgency. I turned to look at him with a raised brow.
"What?"
"Don't ever cut your hair. Wear it up," he said quietly, reaching over to twist a strand of hair around his finger. It seemed automatic and uncalculated, but the gesture made me feel warm and tingly. It felt nice to have an intimate interaction with someone. I had some in the past, but I never felt a pull like this to someone.
I looked down at my shoes before looking up again, spotting that the bundle of trash I threw was gone.
"Did you really put my trash in the can?"
"I don't like litter," Dimitri said with a shrug, standing up and offering his hand out to me.
I had checked in with Lissa periodically throughout the afternoon and into the evening. She was adamant that she was fine, but I could tell from the smirk on her face, she was just happy that I was enjoying time with someone other than her. Ever since we were young, she was the only person I had. But she was not only a good sniff, but she read body language just as well.
She knew that I felt a connection to Dimitri, and she wanted me to enjoy it while it lasted.
I loved seeing the lights of the vendors' booths and rides at night, and I loved the way they danced on the water. I also liked the way the lights danced in Dimitri's eyes. He had a smile on his face that was genuine, and I was starting to love that too.
I popped the last of my evening snack into my mouth as we headed down the boardwalk, his hand brushing mine every few steps. I smirked at him as we approached an object that I had always had a love for.
"We should take a picture," I said pointing to the photo booth ahead of us. Dimitri raised a brow at me with a chuckle.
"Is that what that is?"
"Have you seriously never been in one of these before?" I laughed, pointing to the booth.
"Never."
I smirked and pulled him towards it. "Hey, if you're going to hang out with me all night, we're going to have a normal night," I giggled as I climbed into the booth, pulling him with me. It was a lot smaller inside and we were squished together. I looked at the bench and laughed, there was no way both of us would fit. Dimitri followed my gaze and chuckled, sitting down and then pulling me down to sit on his lap.
I squealed a laugh and clung to his shoulders so I didn't topple over, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Couldn't wait for me to get in your lap, huh?" I quipped. Dimitri laughed and rolled his eyes.
"There are many places I could want you, Roza."
I felt my cheeks redden, and it seemed like he spoke without thinking because the tips of his ears pinked and his cheeks did too.
"Let's take that picture," I said clearing my throat, killing the laugh that started to make its way up as I fed a bill into the machine and clicked a few buttons. I could feel that my face was still red, and I had a weird flutter in my stomach as I watched for the timer to countdown.
I had flirted in the past, usually to get something I needed, but to flirt with someone and actually mean it, or have someone flirt with me and feel something was foreign. I had seen movies about people who got butterflies in their stomachs and felt gooey, but I never had.
Is that what it felt like?
I turned back to look at Dimitri and then back to the screen in time for the camera to click, and I let a half cross my lips. The camera flashed a few times, each time my smile grew. The last time it flashed as I turned to look at Dimitri again, finding him already looking at me with a smile on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"You have a beautiful smile," he said casually like I hadn't caught him watching me. I chuckled and looked down at my lap before getting up and stepping out of the booth. Dimitri followed and leaned against the side of it as we waited for the pictures to print.
The first picture we took popped out first, but the other two didn't, only the last one. I thought the last one was kind of sweet with the both of us looking at each other. It was genuine too, it wasn't forced.
I turned the photos to show Dimitri, biting my lip as I smiled. Dimitri plucked them out of my hands and looked at them.
"What were you thinking about there?" I asked, pointing to the last photo. Dimitri smirked and looked up at me, brown eyes dancing with the lights on the vendor tents.
"I was thinking about how much I wanted to kiss you."
I fought against the blushed smile that sprung to my face, my cheeks flushing. Seeing my reaction made Dimitri chuckle and tucked the piece of hair I had tried to place behind my ear.
"Smooth, Dimitri, real smooth," I snickered, tilting my head to the side as I looked up at him. Dimitri grinned at me rested his hand against the side of the booth, leaning on it comfortably.
"So?"
"So?"
I smirked. "Are you going to, or not?"
"Well, if I have the lady's permission," Dimitri said with a tad of sarcasm, but thick with humour as he shifted his stance and leaned down to kiss me.
I never wanted to admit it, but I had only been kissed once in my life. And that was this moment. Sure I flirted, but I never kissed anyone. His lips were warm, soft, and I could taste a slight hint of the cotton candy we shared earlier on his lips.
I smiled to myself when we pulled apart, licking my lip subtly. My cheeks were warm and I felt a warmth in my chest, a slight flutter too. I peeked up at Dimitri to find a smile on his face too. I blushed again and looked away, finding that an older couple was sitting on a bench watching us. The older woman had a sweet look on her face, nudging the man beside her with a smile.
"I think they're watching us," I whispered with a laugh, looking back at Dimitri.
"Oh well," Dimitri replied, brushing my hair away from my face carefully. I bit my lip with a slight chuckle. I felt so juvenile, blushing and practically swooning over a kiss, but I felt I deserved to feel like that at least once in my life.
"You okay?"
I snorted a laugh and nodded. "I'm great, but I usually don't blush like this," I explained.
Dimitri laughed and dipped down to kiss my flaming cheek. "I think it's adorable."
"I wish that we didn't live such messed up lives," I sighed "I would give anything for a day to live normal. IF that couple had any idea of what we are, they'd run for the hills."
Dimitri raised a brow at me before looking above my head. "Well, there are still four hours left in today. Let's live it normally."
I had to say, pretending to have a normal evening, with a man I had only met hours ago went better than I anticipated. It was nice to pretend to be someone else for a while. It fulfilling to get to know someone, not just the surface level get to know but to actually talk to someone about things that mattered. Things like aspirations, as if we were normal people, careers we would have like to have had, favourite family memories.
I loved hearing him talk about his mother, about how he towered over her at the age of thirteen, how she was his favourite person in the whole world. His mother was the light in the darkness for him when he was a child. His sisters were the most important people in his life. His older sisters, Karolina and Sonia were kind and loving, Sonia was similar to me in attitude, but she had her ways of showing her love. His younger sister, Viktoria, was a free spirit. She frequently voiced her jealousy of not being born like Dimitri and their mother, but Dimitri was glad that she wasn't.
I talked about my dad a bit, explaining the necklace around my neck. He had given me his Nazar when he left, a small glass bead that looked like an eye, promising me that it would bring him good luck. I told him about the first time I was able to push someone. I remember being so angry at my mother one day for not letting me have a cookie before dinner, and I remember thinking about how she should just give me the cookie anyway. Dad was astonished when I pushed her to do it, laughing maniacally at my mom's confused expression.
Dimitri thought it was peculiar that I had two abilities, but said that he had heard of it happening before, especially if the parents were highly skilled in their own abilities. I told him how traumatizing it was when Division came for my mom. I was there, hiding in the back of the closet in a small cubby my dad built for 'emergencies'. If you didn't know it was there, you wouldn't have known.
"I remember his face so clearly," I said quietly, "the man that came. He had eyes as dark as his soul, and his gold watch glistened against the setting sun that shone through the window.
"I think I know who you're talking about," Dimitri said pulling me closer to him as we weaved between people, "I think his name is Carver. He's the head of Division."
"I hate him."
"I think we all do, Roza. He's killed so many of us."
"Your mom?"
Dimitri shook his head. "No. She's still alive. I actually heard from her earlier last week."
I stilled and turned to look up at him. "Really?!"
Dimitri nodded and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Yes. She had a message for me."
"Oh?"
Dimitri smiled down at me. "She told me I couldn't tell anyone yet, but that it would mean something one day."
I rolled my eyes playfully but let it go. He didn't need to tell me; I was just being nosy.
The vendors were starting to close up for the night, but I was on a mission to find the booth I saw earlier in the day. My night of normalcy was coming to an end, but I wanted to do one more thing before it ended and I'd never see Dimitri again.
I finally found the booth I was looking for and browsed through the chains before finding one that I thought was perfect.
I smirked to myself before passing over a bill and taking the necklace from the vendor and slipping it into my pocket. I made my way across the boardwalk and stood up onto the bench beside Dimitri, looping my arms around his neck. It wasn't what he lost, but maybe it would help with the need to touch it and not find anything there.
"Hi," he chuckled as I set my chin on his shoulder.
"Hi. I got you something."
I pulled the necklace out and lopped it over his neck. It felt a little dorky and I was slightly embarrassed by it, but I wanted him to have a reason to remember me. I wanted to remember him. Aside from Lissa, he was the only person that made me feel like an actual person.
Dimitri looked down at the chain before lifting it up so he could look at it. He laughed before lifting one of my hands and kissing the back of it.
"A cowboy hat?"
"Hey. You've been walking around in a duster. I pegged you as a cowboy," I defend with a giggle, but it was silenced with a kiss. A kiss that made my toes want to curl and I wanted to melt into a pile of goo. Dimitri shifted under my arms and rested his hands on my thighs before lifting me off the bench and set me down on the railing in front of him.
I pulled away with puffy lips and smiled down at him. "What was that for?"
"Because I wanted to," he replied
"And if I wanted you to do it again?"
Dimitri smirked at me and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "Make me."
I nipped at his thumb before making eye contact with him. I pushed an image of him kissing me into his head and smirked to myself when he pulled me back to him. I smiled against his lips, giggling when his hands ghosted over my waist, tickling me. Dimitri laughed and pulled back, kissing the tip of my nose.
"I wish I could bottle that."
"What?"
"Your laugh."
I snorted and rolled my eyes at him, locking my ankles behind his legs. "Where are you going after this?"
Dimitri's brows furrowed slightly. "I'm not sure yet. I was hoping to go back to Asia, to check in on my sisters. But I might head to Ireland. I heard that there was a network there for us, a safe house of sorts."
I nodded my head. It was a good plan. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, hugging him. Hopefully, the safe house wasn't a ploy.
"Lissa and I leave tomorrow morning, heading to Hong Kong."
"That's a trackable thought," Dimitri said in my ear.
"Yeah, but there are a lot of runaways in Hong Kong, maybe they'll be too busy with everyone else."
I felt an undertone of sadness as we walked to where I told Lisa I would meet her at midnight. When Dimitri hadn't been paying attention, I slipped a small envelope with enough money for him to get by for a few weeks. Lissa made a killing and told me to give him some. We had plenty, and I think she felt the same as I did. We couldn't leave him out to struggle, especially when we were in his exact same spot last year.
I felt childish wanting the night to drag on, but all good things come to an end.
I imagined for a minute that we weren't psychics on the run, that we were just two normal people, walking on the beach at night, hand in hand. A glimpse of what my life could have looked like if I was born different - if he was born different. Would we have met if we weren't different?
As we walked back towards the boardwalk, I could see Lissa's platinum hair shinning in the light. I squeezed Dimitri's hand and sighed. It was time to go.
"Will I get to see you again?" I asked even though I knew the answer to it. There was a good chance that I would never see him again.
"You tell me. You're a watcher, remember?" he chuckled. "I hope so," he said quietly as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I sighed and nodded as my eyes landed on the necklace I got him. I picked it up from where it laid against his chest and rubbed my thumb over the pendant before pulling it out so I could kiss it.
There was a good chance too that he would ditch this cheap thing after we parted, but I wanted to keep this night in my head.
I let the chain slip between my fingers and I looked back up at him, smiling as my face heated up. Dimitri ran his thumbs over my jaw before pulling my chin up and he pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't a chaste kiss, and it was the kind of kiss that promised more.
When we parted I pulled him back to me, sealing my lips against his as I raised up on my toes to get closer to him.
"Good luck," I whispered when we pulled away again.
"You too, Roza. I hope you make it," he said quietly. I knew what he meant. He hoped that I would make it through life unscathed, hoping that I would make it through life without running into Division. I nodded and pulled back, feeling hopeful as his hands trailed down my arms and to my hands, holding onto them. I laughed and let him pull me back to him, resting my head on his chest while his hands wrapped around my waist.
"Please be careful."
I nodded against his chest and took a deep breath in, breathing in his scent that had already become a comfort to me.
"I promise. You too."
We both pulled away from each other and I turned to walk to where Lissa was standing, looking back over to look at him one last time. He was still standing where we were, hands in his duster pockets and a soft look on his face.
I looked back to Lissa and gave her a tentative smile that turned into a full-blown smirk when I caught the look on her face. Her brows were raised, and her eyes kept flipping between me and Dimitri.
"What?" I asked with a chuckle, my cheeks turning red.
"Had a good night?" Lissa asked with a smirk.
I tucked my hair behind my ear with a shrug.
"I don't think I've ever seen you like this!" Lissa giggled as she looped her arm through mine, "I mean. You are like a teenager in love with the blush you've got going on."
"Stop," I groaned, but it just made her laugh even more.
"Flight 287 to Seattle, flight 287 to Seattle boarding in ten minutes."
I looked over my bag and made sure everything was there and safe. Lissa was standing already with her bag shouldered, tapping our boarding passes in her hands as she read the boards, timing our connecting flight.
Confident that I had everything, I picked up my bag and walked with her to the line for boarding passengers. I tried not to fidget as we stood in line. I always got nervous when we were in airports. All it would take was Division butting a notice on my ID or name for us to get screwed. I stuck my hand into the back pocket of my jeans to keep myself still when I felt something I didn't put there. I pulled it out and smiled when I realized what it was. I knew Dimitri had kept the photo of us, looking at each other, but he must have had a second copy. I chuckled and flipped it over to find beautiful writing on the back of it.
Stay Safe. Wear it up.
I carefully folded the photo and tucked it into my wallet and then put that back into my zippered pocket.
"Ready?"
I looked up at Lissa and nodded my head, following her to the train. Once we were seated, I sank down onto the seat and curled up next to the window. Lissa pulled her notebook out of her bag, and I smiled at her, squeezing my eyes shut as pressure built in my head. The image that exploded behind my eyes was enough to give me faith.
A vision was always subjective to the choices someone makes, but this one put a genuine smile on my face.
It was Dimitri. He was smiling at me while drinking a beer, opening his arms up for me to lay with him on the couch, the cowboy pendant laying against his t-shirt.
Maybe I really would see him again.
Hello hello! I hope that this little glimpse in the past satisfies you all :) Happy New Year!
