Rose lay on her bead staring at the ceiling but seeing nothing. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out viciously and cruelly. Dimitri - her steadfast rock, her wild fighter, her soulmate. Dimitri - who she had brought back from beyond the dead. Dimitri – her one and only, was gone.
She could still hear his beautiful laugh. Her mind still brought up his comforting smell and his endless brown eyes. His words, his face, his love - was gone, and she could never get it back.
There were no tears left to cry. No energy left to tear apart another pillow or break yet another piece of furniture. Rose was empty, a shell. Her fight was gone.
Janine looked in at her daughter. She hadn't moved for days and her, once full, body was thin and listless. Rose's parents had watched over her. Lissa had visited. None of them had been able to get any response. Eventually, they had sat together and talked. They spoke of the party, of the theories surrounding the mysterious attackers, of Dimitri and Adrian.