CHAPTER 4: APOV
I felt sick. I had just seen Dimitri Belikov die. What's more, he didn't just die, he killed himself. He was the image of calm, emotionless, and strong. And he had shattered. So had Rose. Because this time, there was no way, no hope, to get him back. But maybe there was…
I thought about everything. I looked at Rose. She was broken. I couldn't let her stay like this. I loved her. I had to save her from this. She couldn't save him, but maybe I could.
"Rose. Move." I commanded quietly.
She trembled, not moving.
"Never mind." I said softly.
I knelt down beside them. I reached out and touched the wound on his chest, pushing my mind out towards his. I could feel his ghost nearby, not wanting to leave Rose. I channeled spirit into him. Then I waited. Nothing happened. Rose hadn't moved. His heart hadn't started beating.
"Rose." I asked. "Ask him to come back."
She looked up at me, eyes shining with tears. Understanding passed between us. She leaned down to him and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Dimitri…I'm sorry. I love you. Dimitri, please. Please come back to us, to me. Please." She whispered in his ear.
She started sobbing, still leaning over him and caressing his face. I pushed spirit towards his body, into him. And finally, I felt something as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
DPOV
I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath in. I was shocked. How? How was I alive? I had died. How? Then I looked around me. Rose was leaning over, jerking her head up in shock.
"Dimitri?"
"Roza…" I muttered, my voice thick. She burried her head in my chest. "How?" I asked.
"Adrian…" she mumbled.
I looked up at him. He was standing there, panting heavily and looking pleased with himself. I understood. He had brought me back.
"Thank you." I breathed. He nodded. Then I cradled Roza to my chest and cried with her.