Christian.
Dimitri Belikov is a changed man.
I swear, it's like there was this little light inside him, too tiny for anyone to see, and now it's gone, and he looks sort of… dead.
Adrian still looks at him like he's the luckiest man in the world. I guess he is, in his eyes.
Our table is quiet. We're all looking down at our laps and occasionally moving our food around, as if we're going to be punished if we don't at least pretend to eat it. The waitress is worried, staring at our table like we're going to take out guns and start shooting any minute, now.
It's depressing, really.
"What is it like?" Adrian asks. I jump, startled. Dimitri looks up wearily – nothing ever shocks him anymore. After all, for him, life can't get much worse. "Knowing she loves you? What's it like?"
Their eyes are so sad. A lump starts to form in my throat. If Lissa… If Lisa… No.
It's been a week since the accident, and I still can't get over it. Because, really, it could've been Lissa. We all know Rose was well aware that drunk was gonna crash their car into smithereens – she's always had the fastest reflexes I've ever seen. And we also know she swerved so he'd hit her side on purpose.
That's what's killing me. It was on purpose.
I think I'm going to cry.
"She doesn't." Dimitri says suddenly, like he's having some kind of twisted epiphany. "She doesn't love me anymore."
He gets up and leaves before I can tell him she does – she's just forgotten.