RPOV

I explained my dream to Dimitri, I was a little confused on it. Why would I have a dream like that? Dimitri listened, not interrupting. He had held me in his arms, comforting me. I felt like a little kid, needing the comfort of a parent. When I finished, I waited for Dimitri to say something. When he didn't say anything, a feeling of worry settled over me. I assumed he probably thought I was crazy, having a dream like that. He probably wanted to dump me, he probably thought I'd try and hurt him.

"If you want to dump me, I'll understand." I gently pulled myself out of Dimitri's embrace. I didn't meet his eyes - I couldn't meet his eyes. I was embarrassed, disturbed, and tired. "I'll go home." When I was about to turn away, Dimitri grabbed my wrist.

"Roza, don't go," he said. "Why would you say I'd dump you?"

I looked at him, he seemed so exhausted. So tired. "After what I told you I would understand if you did."

He shook his head. "I wouldn't dump you 'cause of that. It freaked me out a little, but I won't dump you." I looked down. I felt terrible for telling him. I felt like a shitty girlfriend for even dreaming something like that. No, I didn't feel like a shitty girlfriend, I felt like a psychopath for dreaming something like that. Dimitri gently cupped my face, lifting it so I would look at him. "I won't dump you," he whispered. "But I think I know why you dreamed it."

"Why?" I said softly.

"You don't want us to be apart," he said. "And we won't be apart. I truly love you, Roza."

I looked down. "We can't determine that. I can't be the first in your heart, just like you can't be the first in mine."

I could feel Dimitri's eyes widen. I heard his breath hitch. "Don't say that," he whispered. "You don't know how important you are to me. I love you, Roza, I love you so much."

"I know," I murmured. "I love you, too. But we don't know if we'll love each other forever."

Dimitri's hands went to my upper arms, he gripped them tightly. I looked up at him, he looked on the verge of tears. I never saw him cry before. "I will never stop lovng you," he hissed. "You are so special to me, Rose. Please, please don't say things like that."

"Dimitri. . . ." I stammered. He smashed his lips against mine, it was painful at first, but became gentle and soft. "I'm sorry."

Dimitri led me inside his room, closed the door, and we had a very, very blissful night.


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