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When I woke up in Adrian's arms the next morning I felt happy. I'd never considered the possibility that I'd be able to be so happy with Adrian, maybe because of Dimitri...I guess I couldn't be sure of that but I figured it was the reason why. Looking at Adrian now, peaceful in sleep, I was struck by how deeply I truly cared about him. I was startled to realise that I loved him. It wasn't an all consuming love, but it was there, deep down, and I knew with certainty that it could easily blossom and grow over time.

I couldn't help but wonder about Dimitri though.

If I was only now realising my feelings for Adrian then that meant I'd been so completely in love with Dimitri that I'd never been able to love Adrian, or give him a proper choice. It was odd thinking about a love I didn't remember experiencing. Did I want to remember? I didn't know. But it felt extremely unfair to Adrian to only be with him because I'd made him take away my memories of the man I used to love.

I climbed out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Adrian.

I needed to think. I needed to clear my head. I had choices to make. I had to decide whether I could live without my memories and live a content life by Adrian's side, or if I wanted to remember the love which had been so great that my feelings for Adrian had been overshadowed and unseeable in my eyes. Had I loved Adrian before? Or had I only just grew those feelings now that Dimitri had been erased from my memory?

I slipped on a pair of shoes and left the room silently.

I had no idea where to go. But I felt like I needed to get out and go somewhere. I briefly considered going to talk to Lissa. I still had to apologise for accusing her of cheating on Christian, but after a quick check of the bond I found she was still sleeping. I didn't want to disturb her. Instead I decided to walk around aimlessly. Maybe she'd wake up soon and then I'd be able to go and talk to her. She was my best friend, and I needed to get her advice. She would know what I should do. I didn't remember Dimitri, but she did. She could tell me more about him.

I just had no idea if I could even get the memories back. What if I decided I wanted them, but I had no way to get them? Adrian had warned me, apparently, that he didn't know if he could get the memories back once they were gone. I had no idea what I'd want to forget so badly. I was usually a strong person. What did Dimitri do that had upset me so much that I'd erased it from my mind?

I glanced around, noticing I'd aimlessly wandered straight to the church. I wasn't a religious person, not by a long shot, but upon seeing the church I felt a small amount of comfort. I remembered the church back at St Vladimir. It hadn't been an elaborate place, and I'd never exactly liked it but I'd been able to think there. It was the place where I'd discovered more about Lissa's spirit. I glanced up at the church, feeling hesitant to enter. I'd never believed in God, but if he did exist then I hoped he'd give me some kind of sign. I felt like screaming what should I do?

I took a deep breath and walked towards the doors. I jumped back when they opened, almost crashing into the person walking out. I was shocked to see Dimitri. Was that supposed to be a sign? I didn't know. I probably just had poor timing.

"Rose," Dimitri looked equally surprised...and also embarrased. I noticed how bad he looked. I mean, he still looked delicious, but his face showed signs of exhaustion and I could smell the lingering scent of alcohol on him. He'd been drinking, and the sheepish expression on his made told me that wasn't something he ever did.

"You don't look good," I remarked without thinking. He looked like he was going to pass out. I half expected him to fall to the ground and sleep for a week. I didn't know how much he'd drank, but I could only bet it had been a lot.

"Thank you," He gave me an amused smile, "That makes me feel a lot better." I smiled back. Even like this, exhausted and hung over, he looked amazing. I found myself once again wondering what he'd done to make me want to forget him. He seemed like he cared about me. I could see the love in his eyes. I just wanted to know what had led me to the decision to forget him.

"Are you okay?" I found myself asking. I knew he'd obviously hurt me, but I had clearly hurt him as well. I don't think anything he did could have been as cruel and upsetting as me literally getting him removed from my mind.

He gave me a small nod, "I will be." He looked at me with such longing that it broke my heart. There was such sadness in his eyes, and I didn't think all of that could have been caused by me alone.

"I'm sorry for forgetting you." I said sincerely. I still didn't know why I had, but that didn't change the fact that I did.

"It's okay," He gave me a sad smile, "I would have done the same if I were you." After a second he let out a small sigh, "I wish I could forget as well." His eyes seemed to linger on my face for what felt like an eternity before he looked away.

I wanted to ask him what had happened between us, but the haunted expression on his face told me now wasn't the time to talk about us. He clearly had a lot going on. I wasn't the only thing wrong in his life.

"But that's not all that's wrong," I added, "I can tell." It was weird, but just by looking at him I could see he was deeply upset about something. Something that wasn't me or us. He seemed haunted by something, and I could see it was eating him up inside.

His lips seemed to twitch, almost like they were reluctantly going to smile, but instead he just nodded. His expression seemed to lighten a little, like he enjoyed that I knew him so well. It was weird because despite feeling like I understood and knew him, I didn't. To me, this was only the third time I'd seen him.

"Would you like to go somewhere and talk?" I asked. It was odd suggesting this to a stranger, but I felt like I had to get to know more about him. Maybe then I could decide whether or not I wanted to remember him.

He smiled a genuine breath taking smile, "I'd like that," He replied, his faint russian accent lacing his words.

About an hour later we'd gone through six cups of coffee between us and a few cakes and pies. He'd filled me in on the miracle I'd elected to forget; Lissa restoring a Strigoi back into their previous state. He didn't go into details, but I realised I'd been the reason for the insane mission. It was weird not remembering huge chunks of my life. I would have liked to remember that.

"When I rang my family to tell them I was alive again they wouldn't speak to me," He said, his voice filled with sadness. His eyes grew watery and distant, "My mother was repulsed, thinking I was calling her to trick her. She believes I'm still a Strigoi."

"Maybe you should visit them then," I suggested, "Then you can show them you're normal again, that you can walk in the sun and sleep. They can't deny that you're alive if you're standing before then looking like you do now."

He shook his head, "They'd be terrified. They wouldn't understand." He looked hopeless.

"How did they even find out you were awakened? Didn't you say none of the Guardian's contacted them to tell them?" I thought it was horrible that they hadn't been informed. A simple phone call would have sufficed. How heartless could they truly be?

"You," He replied, "You went to Russia and you found my family. You were the one who told them." I was shocked by his words. I went to Russia? Damn, why did I want to forget that? It seemed odd that everything to do with Dimitri was erased. I'd always wanted to travel.

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