Wow. It's almost over—well this installment. It won't be long; I'm only doing the morning after, a short paragraph on the funeral, and talking to Dimitri's mom. She will be the nameless wonder because I can't remember it. Mmk. Read on.


Diluted sunlight streamed in from the window and bathed my eyelids in orange. I sat up—well tried to—but a pair of cool hands caught my bare waist and pulled me against his chest. I twisted around and looked in Adrian's eyes, then kissed him softly, all the feeling from the night before flooding back.

"Mmm. Good morning," I murmured when our lips separated and I sat up fully.

"Same to you," He replied, stretching. I did the same and became aware of the sore spots on me. I groaned, flopping back down onto a pillow.

"Hmm?" Adrian wondered as he slid out of bed and pulled on his pants.

"I hurt," I mumbled simply, getting up and walking to the bathroom.

"Sorry, hun," He said, following me into the bathroom, draping his arms over my shoulders as I paused in front of the mirror.

My lips were a little swollen and my eyes were bright, but those were the only noticeable differences; all of the rest was mental.

Adrian ran a finger up my waist, causing me to shiver. "You're so beautiful..." He mumbled against my hair. I laughed quietly as I pulled his arms off me and got dressed.

We walked downstairs, hand in hand, and climbed the stairs down to where breakfast was served.

The group was gathered at a table, and Lissa's eyes lit up when she saw

Adrian and I enter together. Christian smirked and eyed us suspiciously.

"Hey," I greeted everyone and took a seat next to her. I felt her anxious and excited through the bond, almost like she wanted to talk to me. "What do you want to tell me?" I whispered in her ear. She looked up from her plate and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and to a table in the corner, far away from where we sat now.

"No, you have something to tell me. I walked into the room to get some clothes this morning, and found you and Adrian all snuggly in the bed." she leered.

I coughed guiltily. "Yeah, I was going to tell you," I defended.

"Whatever, but did you sleep with him?" She pressed.

"Shh!" I warned. No need for the whole party to know, even though they probably did already. Well, maybe not Tasha... "And yes," I blushed furiously.

"Ohmygod!" She exclaimed, I clamped a hand over her mouth and we burst into giggles. An older couple at the table near ours leaned towards us, I'm guessing to hear what we're saying.

"We'll talk later," I muttered, this time I led her to the table, she was still smiling a huge grin, but I ignored her.

"What was that about?" Tasha wondered aloud. I shook my head at her.

"So, Rose," Christian started; I narrowed my eyes, knowing where he was going with this, "how did you sleep last night?"

I put on a sugary smile. "I slept fine, thank you," I replied, than gave him a look so dirty that I'm glad no one but him and Lissa saw it.

He shut up after that.


A while later, Dimitri's mother picked us up with all our clothes and took us to her house so we could get ready. I explained in the car how I didn't have anything to wear for the funeral, but she reassured me that she could find something to fit.

The car pulled into a small little driveway, and approached a small little two-story house, with several cars parked around it. We all stepped out into the startlingly cold, bitter air. Pressed together for warmth, we all went to the door in the form of a small mob. Crowding into the small foyer where a dining room was, we were greeted by a gaggle of Dimitri's family, all Russian and poignant.I greeted them hastily while Mrs. Belikov dragged me by the elbow upstairs to her closet. I sat timidly on the bed while she rummaged around, trying to find a dress that I could wear.

"So," She said conversationally, "I'm guessing you had a close relationship with my son, for he spoke very fond of you in his letters." My body went cold.

"Um, H-he was just my mentor—we were good friends." I stammered quickly. She came out of the closet and eyed me.

"I know my son well, and I can read you easily. I just want you to tell me the truth. I won't judge or tell." She told me.

I sighed softly, feeling defeated. "We had a relationship," I began softly; she smiled smugly, almost triumphant, before turning to the closet again, "but we could never be together. Not with the age difference and our predicament with Lissa."

"Did you love him?" She called, still searching.

"I did. He loved me, too." She emerged with a lacy black thing in her hands, and tossed it to me.

"Try this on," She ordered, turning again so I could change. I stripped off my many layers of clothes and slipped the dress over my head. It fit fine. Not something I would choose, no, but it fit.

"It fits," I called, and she came out to look. She nodded in approval.

"Rose, I'm sorry," She murmured. "We all miss him. I know how hard this is for you. I loved him very much—I still do." Her voice cracked gently, and a tear squeezed out of her eye. She walked forward and gave me a small, very motherly hug.

"Thank you," I whispered when she let go. She knew that I meant it for more than the dress.

"You're very welcome," She dismissed me and I went downstairs while she got ready. I approached Adrian and took his hand in mine. He rubbed soothing curcles into m palm and we waited for the funeral to start.

Okay. So the funeral is going to be short. I'm not gonna put any dialogue, for I don't know what to put. Very, very, very short here. I'm ready to finish this...

At the cemetery, we all followed the coffin carriers out to the grave that was dug for Dimitri, a trail of despair following us. Standing around the graveside, we mourned. Tears were shed by more than one, including me. All of the mens' faces were hard and somber while all the women cried silently and wiped their tears away swiftly with tissues. We whispered our goodbyes and our love.

When we were done and walking back to the cars, Adrian came up beside me and put an arm over my shoulders. I felt a strange lurch in my gut at his touch, and I got the strange feeling that our lives were going to change very soon...

Yay!! It's done!!! Well, kind of. So the big news...

I'm making a sequel!!! It will be called, "Just Hold Me" and it will be approximately 6-7 chapters long. About. Then maybe a third one called "Life in the Fast Lane". So stay tuned, the first chapter will be up soon, thanks for sticking with me and being supportive!!

3 you all!!!