Hey, guys! Here's the last installment of Saving Me! :( I'm sad to see it go, but I'm also very excited to move onto my other stories... (Cop an Attitude!) I want to thank all of you who kept me inspired and also my BFF's, TheStevieGirl & MeantForEachOtherRD, who were a big help. I hope you all have had as much fun reading this story as I have writing it! Enjoy! =)
If there's one thing I've learned in my short twenty-four years on this earth, it's that life is too short to be wasting time with people who don't give a damn about you. There comes a time when you grow up and realize what's most important to you. Most of the time, the realization comes too late and what you love is already far gone. If you're lucky enough, they'll be standing right by your side, having gone through all the thick and thin steps with you.
I consider myself one of the lucky ones.
"Shut your piehole!" I punched Dimitri in the arm. Hard. He winced. "You are so not proposing to me right now!"
"Yes, I am."
"I don't believe you."
"I think I am," he replied dryly, "or else I wouldn't have bought this diamond ring, got down on one knee before you in front of all your family and friends, and asked you to become my wife."
When I first met Dimitri, I believed myself to be broken. No, not broken. Demolished. Ruined. Beyond repair. But this man had seen me at my worst, and still had seen the good in it. He'd brought light back into my life. He'd given me hope. He'd hurt me and healed me. He'd promised to never leave my life, and I trusted that with everything in me. And although I didn't believe in soul mates and wasn't about to get overly corny, I did believe the two of us were meant to be apart of each other's lives. He was the only one for me.
"Alright." I stuck out my hand, waving my fingers expectantly.
He cocked a brow and muttered, "Geee. Thanks a lot."
"Oh, shut up! You already know the answer is yes! Now just put it on already! My stupid eyes are getting all stupid and watery!"
Distantly, I heard clapping and feminine squeals. In a rare show of emotion, Dimitri whipped me up, wrapped his arms around me, and stuffed his head in my neck. "I hope you let me love you forever," he breathed against my skin. I shivered and gripped him tighter, getting lost in his duster.
"Pffft," I snorted. "Even if I said no, I don't think you would let it stop you."
"You know me too well."
I laughed and pulled back to stare at him.
"You do know you have to meet my family now, Roza." he said, interlacing his fingers with mine. "I think you'll get a real kick out of my grandmother."
"Yeva? The witch? Oh, God. This visit's going to be a real pain in my ass."
Dimitri shrugged and looked to the snowing sky. "I think it'll be interesting."
I studied him, noticing all hardness to his sculpted face had vanished. He looked more peaceful than ever before. So unlike the tense air that constantly surrounded him. Was that because of me? Did I really make him that happy?
"Me too." I smiled, leaning against his arm. "I can't wait."
Dimitri Belikov. My future husband. My best friend. The man who would love me forever. God had seriously tested me, but I'd gotten the best thing that's ever happened to me out of it.