𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐲𝐚 & 𝐊𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Anya and Dmitry(if Dmitry kissed Anya in her room)

I was having the worst dream about my family... It didn't really feel like a dream, it felt like memories almost. I woke up dazed and in a cold sweat, when Dmitry came in my room nervous.

" Anya, are you alright!?" Dmitry asked worryingly.

I wiped the sweat of my forehead, " I...I, don't know..." He came over to me and sat on my bed, I did too.

He held your hand, " Was it a bad dream?"

" I guess... Well- it felt more like memories, like a past I never thought I could remember." Dmitry paused and looked at me like he was trying to think of something, he bit his lip.

" Anya," Dmitry broke the somewhat silence of the night, " Let me help you. Make a past, make it your own." Dmitry started to sing in his wonderful, but strong voice to me.

It was June, I was ten.
I still think of it now and then
A parade and a girl, and a crowd of thousands.
She sat straight, as a queen
Only eight but so proud and serene
How they cheered, how I stared
In that crowds of thousands.
Then I started to run, and to call out her name
As the crowd on the road went wild.
I reached out with my hand and looked up
And then she smiled...
The parade traveled on,
With the sun in my eyes she was gone.
But if I were still ten
In that crowd of thousands
I'd find her, again.

I smiled, " You're making me feel like I was there too."

Dmitry replied, relaxed, " Maybe you were, make it part of your story..."

A parade passing by
(Passing by)
It was hot not a cloud in the sky.
Then a boy caught my eye
In a crowd of thousands.
He was thin, not to clean
There were guards but he dodged in between
Yes he made himself seen
In that crowd of thousands.
Then he called out my name
And he started to run
Through the sun and the heat and crowd.
And I tried not to smile, but I smiled
And then, he bowed.

Dema looked shocked, " I didn't tell you that?"

My eyes widened, " You didn't have to, I remember!"

The parade traveled on
With the sun in my eyes you were gone.
But I knew even then,
In a crowd of thousands
I'd find you, again...

" Your highness," he bowed. My eyes watered slightly, but I wiped them away quickly. Dmitry put his hand on you hips and leaned in closer. You held his face in your hands and you moved closer. You both leaned in, until your lips met , unexpectedly in a soft kiss planted on your lips for what felt like forever, in a wonderful way...

" I'm sorry..." Dmitry looked at his feet, " I can't, you're a princess... And princesses don't marry kitchen boys."

A single tear fell from my cheek as Dima walked out of my room...

(That was depressing...)