I found myself falling again into that deep pit of darkness and I could feel swirling winds around myself, all the passions, the emotions were unbearable as I struggled to get a grip on my past, present and future. Where was I? Who was I?

I couldn't just get a grip on one conscious thought. My mind was a jumble of emotions, memories, distress and despair. I was trying to touch one out of the multitude of emotions flooding me.

It was like a display of channels on the television. I felt my mind would show me anything I desire. I reached out blindly for one of the many memories which engulfed me completely and I was transported to another dream.

I am walking briskly down a road and it is bright daylight. My hair is fluttering loosely and I desperately try to brush away the loose strands on my face.

"I love your hair you know. It's beautiful, mahogany which shines red in the sun. Just so lovely."

The comment startles me but I recognise the voice. Without looking back to where he was standing, I just reply in my usual Rosella style," Do you want to help me tie it up? Why so romantic early in the morning, man?"

He gives a short laugh, that perfect one, with just the right loudness, the right tone and timbre to make my heart skip a beat. I love to hear it.

I look back and see him casually leaning against a lamppost in a midnight blue shirt with grey-white trousers looking gorgeous as ever. His smile, pure and innocent, yet playful, the eyes exuding a warmth that gives a different level of comfort.

He joins me as we start walking. There is no conversation. We don't need one. Basking in the presence of each other is our favourite way to pass the time. We never feel the need to talk around each other. Our eyes and gestures do all the talking. He understands me perfectly and I him.

"Dmitriy," I say suddenly, " What do you want to be when you leave school?"

I don't know why I ask this but I guess I am afraid to lose him after high school. He is surprised but replies, " I want to go back to Russia and be a film star. I want to direct my own movie someday."

"Oh," I say, my heart sinking. He will go back to Russia. He will leave me. Of course, he will. It's his home...

"And Rosella, I want you to come once and see Russia. Moscow, my hometown is a beautiful place, it has a rich cultural heritage. I want you to come and meet my family someday. Hey, you know I want you to act with me in my film. I will teach you everything about Russia "

"Oh that's nice," I give one of my winning smiles, " I am more of a writer than an actor. I like to weave dreams and create destinies. But who am I to deny you? Someday you will be a star and you will forget me. Oh! You are so gorgeous that girls will just swoon over you. Oh! Now I am jealous." I make my lips into one of my pouts.

"Oh my Roza," he exclaims, " I will just be yours, no matter where I go, how far I rise, you will always be with me in every step of my life. Every moment you will be with me. I sometimes feel, no matter where you are or I am, I will always search for this one touch of true love."

"Wow," I reply, shocked by this unexpectedly long speech from the man who talks as less as possible. He is that kind of man who opens his heart only to me.

Then suddenly I remember something, " Who's 'Roza' by the way?"

He looks surprised and then laughs again, " Oh sorry, Yeah it's 'Rose' in Russian...Роза ( Roza)."

He looked genuinely amused.

"I love that name, it's so sweet, Roza," then suddenly I say, " Hey, what can I call you? You must have a nickname in Russian."

"Yup, it's Dima...or Dimka, whatever you prefer."

"Awwww love Dimka. Я люблю тебя Димка( YA lyublyu tebya Dimka... I love you Dimka)"

"Я люблю тебя Роза."

I give a sheepish grin and plant a kiss on his cheek. He turns bright crimson.

"Roza, I..." He begins to protest as I place a finger on his lips. I look around and see some people staring at us. I defiantly toss my head and pull him into an embrace. Let the world know that he is mine. I look up once at his lovely smiling eyes, brown and beautiful...and then we set off.

I am so excited that I go on ranting about my new poem and how I love writing. As usual, he is listening patiently and adding his comments in between.

The lights at the crossing turn green and I run to cross the road when..."Roza," a scream from him warns me only a split second before I see the speeding car approaching. The monster of death rushing towards me in an inhuman speed. I stand frozen unable to react when I feel a strong pair of hands push me out of the way and a dull thud of a body hitting the pavement as something heavy collides with my skull.

I feel dizzy slipping into darkness but before I pass out I realise that Dmitriy has pushed me out of the way risking his own life... And the world goes blank for me.

My head reels and I am engulfed into the strange familiar darkness again.

A/N This is an incident from the past of Rosella and Dmitriy relationship. These moments are what makes their love special. I know you all want to know what happened with Dmitriy but you have to be a bit, patient friends.

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