It's been a month since I brought Rosemarie to my home, and it's been such an interesting thing. Before I brought her to my home, my life was bleak and I was fully prepared to shoot myself time after time to make sure that I no longer had to deal with life, at least, for a short time. I truly didn't have the will to live any longer, having been alive for… what is it… two hundred years now? That can't be right, but I don't have time to think about it now. I don't want to think about it. I want to think about Rosemarie and the light she has brought to my life. She is damaged by what has happened to her, but, even with that being the case; she's an amazing human being. Even though she struggles to sleep at night, she is still so witty and smart. She's not smart in the sense of reading or mathematics, but her mind is fast, nearly able to keep up with mine.

"Dimitri,"

"Yes, Rose?" I question as she walks into the library where I stay, looking through my grandmothers book of visions.

"C… could you help me with something?" She asks, shyly. Even though it's been a month, she's still rather timid around me in some aspects, and I truly don't blame her for it.

"Of course, what is it?" She didn't answer right away, just asked me to follow her to her bedroom, which I did. Her bedroom is still rather plain, with the exception of the few things I've bought for her like a vanity and flowers that are replaced weekly. I must take her out to buy more things in order to make this place more of her own.

"I… I need help getting out of this dress and Amie isn't here." Rosemarie tells me, cheeks reddening.

"Oh, well that's not a problem." I respond. "Are you planning on taking a bath, or just going to put something else on for sleep?"

"For sleep." She answers. "I'm sorry for having to ask, I've never learned how to get out of something this nice before."

"Never feel sorry for asking, Rose," I tell her, taking the laces of her dress into my hands. I work slowly, removing each lace from its place. When I finish, I separate the two sides of fabric and close my eyes at what I see, a twinge of anger moving through me. There are thick scars going down her back, I can't decipher what kind of instrument was used to cause them, but I can tell that it must have been incredibly painful, based on how deep the cuts are. Gently, I brush my finger over one of the cuts, causing Rosemarie to shiver. "I'm sorry," I instantly respond, removing my hands from her.

"It's… it's okay. Will you please grab my night gown from the chair?" I don't respond to her, going to grab the gown. When I look around, Rosemarie is stepping out of the gown, her body exposed to me, and it takes my breath away. I ogle her body, knowing that I shouldn't, but not being able to stop it seems. Her curves are amazing, but, sadly, there are scars on other parts of her body, all ragged, all of different sizes. Even with that being the case, it doesn't take away from her beauty. "I shouldn't have dropped the gown," she tells me, beginning to pull the fabric back over her body, embarrassment obvious on her face. .

"Oh no, no, there's no need for you to do that, here's your gown," I tell her, handing her the gown. "Please don't feel ashamed of your body, you're… stunning."

"Thank you," she responds, taking the gown from me, allowing the fabric to fall again, though she's still slightly embarrassed. She pulls the gown over her body, and I'm near relieved when she's covered up again, because if she were still exposed, I would still be staring at her.

"I'll leave you to sleep,"

"Dimitri, "she says, softly, gripping the fabric of her dress.

"Yes, Roza?"

"Will you stay? I always manage to sleep better when you're with me."

"Of course, Roza, of course."