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Vampire Academy.

Rose and Dimitri.

A rose for Rose 2.

Having a house was the best feeling but shiting and moving stuff was the most boring and difficult part.

"I am tired." I groaned, sitting on the bed which we had fitted not even half an hour ago.

"It's just one more box, Roza. Come on and then we'll go to Dee's to eat." He said.

"Deal." Dee's was my favorite place at the court to eat, he cooked the best food, except of Dimitri and his mother's cooking.

While I picked up the now empty boxes in the room he proceeded to open the last one.

"Rose, what's this?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?" I looked at what he was pointing at. It was my wooden box. Lissa's mother had gifted my saying that I should store my memories in it. "It's my memory box. I put stuff special to me in that."

"I learn something new about you every day," he chuckled and opened it.

I sat down next to him on the floor. On the top was Dimitri's sweatshirt, the one he had given me on the day we were in control of the lust charm. There was a jewellery box which he opened and inside lay the said charm.

He pulled out the neatly folded sweatshirt. "I had forgotten that I ownthat."

"You don't, it's mine." I said smirking as I took it from him.

"Oh? Let's see you have my red T-shirt, my duster, my hair brush, my hair ties-"

I interrupted, "You have my hair ties, comrade. And if continue to talk like this than it will takes hours. So the box."

"Right." A dried up rose lay inside on some envelopes. There were red marks on the envelopes on the top due to the rose's essence.

"Is that..." he trailed off.

"The one you gave on our first Valentine. Yeah." I smiled at the memory.

He kissed my forehead, "I was so nervous, you know. I wasn't sure what to do."

"Yeah, I could see it in the way you talked that day. It's been so long." I looked at the box and the smile on my face vanished. The box held Dimitri's letters from the time he was a Strigoi and what I had wrote to him.

"Let's go out." I said hurriedly, "I can handle this later."

He frowned. "Come Roza, let me see the rest of stuff too."

"That's nothing interesting in there." I protested. I did not want to spoil our mood.

He gave me a look which said not gonna happen.

I sighed. Here goes nothing.

He pulled out a folded peice of paper, read it and froze. It was the first one I had received the one with which he sent the stake.

"We don't have to," I said, softly.

"We do, Roza. I have to-"

"No, you don't. That's past, Dimitri." I said firmly.

"Roza, If I can't embrace my past then how am I supposed to move forward?" He said.

"But you already have, you have been doing that every single day for nearly four years." I said, getting slightly angry. I hated seeing him miserable over what he could even not re-do.

"Rose," He said in a tone which reflected so many emotions.

I knew I couldn't do anything. to stop him. Instead I snuggled closer to him. I felt him kiss my head. He picked up another. It was the first one I had written to him.

Slowly, he read on. Finally after putting it down he said, "Do you still want to say that you hate me?"

I made a noise which was halfway between a snort and a sob. He pulled into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" he asked.

"I just couldn't, Mitri." I had begun to call him many names over the fast couple of years. "I didn't want to face it again. It was hard the first time and if I did that again..."

"I know, I understand," he said softly.

"Another one?"

He nodded.

We spent our first night in our home reading the letters and embracing our pasts.

Took another turn. I was myself not sure. The letter mentioned here is the 'pain' chapter. Maybe I'll post more letters. That's for today. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

See you soon.

Sacraa.