Drabble:17
POV:Third Person
Dimitri was the perfect guy in her eyes, his questionable obsession with the West and musical preference aside. While she preferred slow melodies and fast, pumping beats, Dimitri liked the 80's and country. She loved teasing him about his music. Dimitri didn't mind at all, in fact he secretly enjoyed the extra time he could spend talking to her.
One morning when Rose arrived early for their training session, she found Dimitri already in the gym, not only working out, but much to her surprise and delight, singing along softly with some song playing on the stereo. He knew the song word for word which probably meant it was an 80's hit, and his rich, gentle baritone almost made her swoon. She hid behind the gym door, not wanting to be detected, and listened to him sing. He looked almost carefree as he walked around the gym, setting up equipments for their lesson, his guardian mask discarded. With an effort, Rose stopped concentrated on him and instead focused on the lyrics he was singing.
When you love someone
Yeah, really love someone
Now, I know it's right
From the moment I wake up till deep in the night
There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be
Than holding you, tenderly
I've been waiting for a girl like you
To come into my life
Her heart jumped in her chest, for somehow she knew that Dimitri, her Dimitri, was singing about her, for her. He couldn't do it in front of her, or other people for obvious reasons, but alone in the gym, he was pouring his heart out for her. She waited till he finished singing and then, silently slipped away, blinking back tears. It wouldn't do for him to catch her crying (or spying).
Inside the gym, Dimitri watched the sole figure walk away, from the corner of his eye. He had realized Rose was nearby halfway through the song, but had continued singing nonetheless, wanting her to hear. He could never say it to her face, but he loved her so, so much. It felt uplifting to have her finally know.
When Rose showed up for training, half an hour later, she found Dimitri sprawled on the mats, reading one of his beloved westerns and listening to some crappy country music. He looked up at her and smiled, and then directed her to training. He pretended not to see her puffy eyes, and she pretended to not feel him watching her. No matter how they wished they could be together, there just was no way, not in their society, not with their sense of duty. All they could go on with were these stolen moments, glimpses from another life they could have led.A life they both wished to live.
It's more than a touch or a word we say
Only in dreams could it be this way….
Additional Disclaimer-The song here is 'Waiting for a Girl like You' and it belongs to Foreigner.
PS-It is a wonderful song, and an 80's hit(which I btw learned today after assuming it to be a 90s' half my life).
Thank you for reading!