As i sat on the cold stone bench in my prison cell, the cold slowly leaking up into my bones, my thoughts coming out in a slow, meaningless dribble.
The more awake part of my brain in a gaint whirlwind of feelings and pain.
I heard yells, and shouting, and the sounds of fighting and a very satifactory "thump" from one of the guards.
I saw the top of his head coming into veiw, his hair, lose and wavy.
His eyes were flashing in a dangerous way, and his fists were balled up in anger.
He looked as though he wanted to hit something, hard.
But then he saw me watching him, and his eyes and posture changed into something more like passion, and want.
He started running, and was at the bars to my cell within seconds.
His hands cupping my face, kissing me egearly.
"i do love you Roza, no matter what i do love you" he was crying, and so was i.
"what will we do?" i sobbed, "im in prison for killing the Queen"
His eyes turned angry once more, "ill find who framed you for this crime, and kill them, then you will be free once more"
I sobbbed at the intensity in his voice, he loves me....
But no, i stopped and pulled away from him, his embrace and his arms that had encircled my waist, ignoring the sound of protest he made, and paced back to the center of my cell.
"what are you playing at? last week this time you were refusing to even look at me, let alone speek to me, and to now tell me how much you love me..."
He stared at me in confusion, then his entire face hardened, once again the perfect guardian. "you dont believe me?" "you dont believe me when i say i love you and want to help you and get you out of this stupid situation?"
"believe you? i do believe you, but i cant believe you had to take this long to tell me you still loved me"
He still stared at me, as though i had grown horns and a tail, his eyes so deep and depressed looking, now that he had lost his anger.
"dont look at me like that!" i yelled, only to break down crying, a second later, and colaspe in the middle of my dank cell.
"Roza... Please my love, please dont cry, please...."
I sat there sobbing, tears streaming down my pale cheeks. My hair in dissaray, and my clothes dirty and raggled. From being slept in all night.
"Dimitri... i love you... "
I stood up on shaky legs, franticly draging the palm of my hand across my cheeks to get rid of the proof of me crying.
I lurched toward the doors, but lost balance half way.
A yelp crying from my throat, and my weak knees, scraping the hard concrete floor.
Before my head hit the ground with a sickening thud...
"Roza.... dearest... please wake up, please...."
I felt my self, as though seperated from my body, fly through air.
I felt odd hands tug at my clothes, and move my head back and forth.
I heard rushing sounds in my sore head, and what felt like air itself stop and compress my breathing.
In what felt like a dream, i cried out, over and over, "no please dont kill me, Dimitri, please, i loved you, please dont kill me"
I felt as though i couldnt wake up, as though my eyes were taped shut.
