I don't own Vampire Academy it all belongs to our favorite, well my favorite author Richelle Mead. Can't wait to see what really happens in Spirit Bound!

This was it. Today was his funeral. Dimitri's. Out of my closet, I pulled out a black mini wraparound dress. I wore my hair in a high pony tail just the way he used to like it. I assessed myself in the mirror—I know it sounded petty to think about of such thing right now but I needed something to decorate my body. Like a necklace or something.

I took out my jewelry box out. I dug in the box until I found something exotic there. I slid it out of the box and admired it. Perfect, I thought, and put it on. It was a black heart with a diamond like chain. It went down till it was aligned with middle of my breasts.

I took a final look at myself in the mirror and headed downstairs. Olena, Viktoria, Sonya, and Karolina, sat on the couch holding a picture of their beloved Dimka. Tears streamed down their faces. The loss of Dimitri was hard on everyone who knew him and who he knew.

I sqeezed myself in between Olena and Viktoria. I looked at the picture and small tears came out of my eyes. He was about five years old. He was wearing small shorts and a dinosaur shirt. He was playing with some play truck thing. He face, oh god his face. It held the smile he rarely used when he was alive. It broke my heart into a billion pieces, even seeing Dimitri going with Tasha hadn't hurt this bad.

I stood up and ran outside. It was probably zero degrees outside but I didn't care. The weather was much more different than the last time I had been here in Baia, Russia. Dimitri's dream had always been to get buried outside his mother's house. We came here in order to fulfill his last wishes.

"You look like you're about to freeze into a block of ice." Someone draped a coat over my arms. "I'm sorry you had to do that." My father said.

I looked at him a question in my eyes. "Do you what?"

He gave me a sad smile and hugged me. "Kill Dimitri. I knew you loved him. It was hard for anybody not to see that."

Adrian noticed me come outside and he was walking out the door. He wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me close. "You okay, little dhampir?" He asked apparently not aware that the famous Abe Mazur was my dad.

I couldn't speak so I nodded. "Let's get back inside. I'm sure the Belikovs' want to go to the church already.

Church was okay, I guess. People talked about how they were going to miss him. About how much good he brought to the world. About how he was such a caring person. And so on. . .

The time came. This was it we had to bury him now. Then it him. This was the last time that I was going to see him. The last time that I would ever see his brown hair and tall body. This was the last time. This was. . .good-bye.

Only immediate family was allowed in his burial. Adrian and I were the only ones there who weren't family. There was a line of people, waiting to throw in a pile sand and saying thing like "will you miss, Dimka" or "I hope you find peace."

The thing that hurt me the most was when it was Olena's turn and she said, "Dimka, I will miss you my son." She broke down and Viktoria had to lead her away.

It was my turn. I said, " Thanks for being my mentor and teaching things of life that I didn't know existed before. I will always love you."

They played his favorite country song and the song my made my heart ache. I think the song was called The dance by Garth Brooks. It was such a sad song and so close relating to him.

While hearing it, memories came back to me. Dimitri bringing Lissa and me back to the Academy. Our first training. How we used to run laps together. Our first kiss. Victor's lust charm. When he was there for me when I had killed the Strigoi in Spokane. The cabin. Our last kiss in the forest before they turned him Strigoi. . .

Tears poured and poured out of my eyes. I missed him already. You have to move on, some inner voice said to me, He wouldn't want you to be miserable.

Yes, Roza, move on. I will always love you, too. His voice whispered to me.

Before they closed his casket, I ripped of my black heart necklace and put it on his chest. That was how my heart felt right now; like a black heart with no cure. I kissed his head. I will always love you. It whispered in the air.

The pain was unbearable. I fell to my knees and more lots of tears ran down my cheeks. Before I knew what was happening, I fainted.

I was dreaming, it was all I knew. For I had been awake I would be feeling such pain and sorrow. I wouldn't feel numb or empty.

I stood in the shadows of the fores where we once shared our last kiss. I was waiting for someone. He came and he looked the same as usual. Tall, gorgeous, and brown haired.

He was smiling but his brown eyes were completely serious. "I have to go, Rose. Take care yourself. Remember, I love you. Be happy. . . Be happy with Adrian" He kissed my forehead and vanishing forever from my life. . . .

I woke up ,with a pain so big in my chest that hurt to breathe, and wrapped my arms around me. Adrian saw me and then he wrapped his arms around me. In that moment I knew he really did love and that we were meant to be. . . This was new and bittersweet at the same moment. . . .