Disclaimer: The song "White Flag" used is not (unfortunately) owned by me, it is owned by the awesome group Dido.

I got up and stretched. This was not the first night I had not been able to sleep, and it most likely wouldn't be the last. It was best not to push it; I wasn't gong to sleep anymore. I haven't has a full night's sleep since Rose entered my life, and I wasn't going to until I figured something out for Rose and I.

Rather than lay in bed for the next two hours, I rolled out of bed. Throwing on a hooded sweatshirt, and a pair of sweats, I headed out the door. I crept down the hall, making sure not to run into anyone—though at this hour of the morning, no one was awake. I made my way to the hall where Rose had been put on trial for not protecting Christian during her finals. I passed through that room and towards the smaller room where Rose and I had talked after the trial.

About halfway through the hall I realized I heard some music. Startled, I almost knocked over the chairs set up in the room, but managed to contain myself. I tiptoed over to the door that was slightly open, and peeked in. What I saw surprised me:

Rose was in there, on the lounge chair, strumming a guitar.

But I will go down with this ship;

I won't put my hands up and surrender.

There will be no white flag above my door,

I'm in love, and always will be.

I was awed, I didn't know Rose could play the guitar, or sing as well as she could. I wondered who she was singing for. Leaning in closer, I noticed another shadow, meaning there was someone else in the room with her.

And when we meet, which I'm sure we will,

All that was there will still be there

I'll let it pass and hold my tongue

And you will think that I've moved on.

I will go down with this ship;

I won't put my hands up and surrender.

There will be no white flag above my door,

I'm in love and always will be.

She repeated this part twice more, than struck a chord that brought tears to my eyes. I was almost sure I knew who the song was for when the other person in the room tackled Rose. After they had sorted out their arms and legs, I realized the other person was none other than Adrian.

I looked at Rose for some sort of sign, and she seemed to be looking right back at me. I quickly stepped back into the shadows, and out of sight, just as Adrian began to speak.

"That was amazing!"

"You liked it? I wrote it, and I wasn't sure if…"

"Of course I liked it, I loved it. I can't believe you wrote that for me!"

I'd heard enough; silently I turned away and rushed back to my room. Two hours of staring at the depressing gray of the tiled ceiling was better than listening to this. How could she? How could Rose, my Roza, write that song for him? After all that shit she'd thrown around about hating him and now she's writing love songs for him?

Once I got back to my room, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the showers. Maybe a couple of extra hours of training would help keep my mind off my Roza. Once I got out of the shower, an hour had already passed. I dressed and headed out to the gym.

Much to my surprise Rose was already dressed and working when I got to the gym. She didn't notice me when I walked in, so I put my stuff away, and started warming up, keeping an eye on her as she worked. I soon realized she wasn't doing any of the exercises I had given her, but something completely different. It wasn't until she launched into some sort of flying twist and flip thing, that I realized she was doing some sort of gymnastics routine. But she failed to land the trick, and fell on her back. She didn't stay down, though. She got up and shook herself off, and then looked up and saw me.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She wiped her hands on her sweats and returned to the point where she launched the failed trick. "I didn't expect you to be here for another hour."

"I could say the same thing about you, except I can see what you're doing. What I want to know is why?" Why a lot of things, I thought, like why Adrian?

"Couldn't sleep, figured why not?" She shrugged, and then started off running again. This time when she jumped into the air, and did her flip-twist, she landed on her feet, and not her butt. "I used to do it, before we ran away. Now that I'm back, and top of the class, and I have access to all the stuff that I need, I thought there was no reason not to continue."

"Huh. Well unless you want to start early, I'd suggest you leave and find something else to do. Like sleep for an hour."

"I just said I can't sleep. I haven't been able to in a while. Besides, I was here first; shouldn't you be the one to leave?"

"Technically, you're not even supposed to be here, so I'd suggest you leave, unless you want to be cleaning mats." Okay, yeah, I was being a little rude, but I was here to get away from her, not work with her.

"Umm, can't you just work over there, while I work bars? We won't even be near each other."

"No. I need silence."

"What's up with you today? All of a sudden you're a jerk, and I don't know what I did. But if you really want me to leave…" Rose grabbed her bag and started out the door.

"Why did you write that song for Adrian?" I had barely thought the words before they were out of my mouth.

"What song? I didn't write anything for Adrian."

"That song, I heard you sing it to him."

"I would never write a song for Adrian, unless it was a hate song." Rose turned to go.

"But I heard you, this morning, in the room of the trial hall. I heard him say you wrote it for him."

"Adrian is full of misconceptions, he is a misconception. But he was wrong; I never wrote any song for him. That song this morning was for someone else." Again she turned to go.

"Who?"

"What?'

"Who'd you write the song for?" Maybe I had been right all along…

"You." It was barely a whisper, it was so soft I thought I'd imagined it.

"Show me." Without looking back at me she walked out the door, and heade to her room. I followed her as quickly as I could.

We hurried through the cold to the dorms, and up to Rose's room. Once there she pulled a beautiful acoustic guitar out of her closet, and sat down on her bed to play.

"I know you think that

I shouldn't still love you

Or tell you that.

But if I didn't say it

Well I'd still have felt it,

Where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder

Or return to where we were

"But I will go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

"I know I left too much mess and destruction

To come back again

I cause nothing but trouble

I understand if you can't talk to me again

And if you live by the rules

Of "it's over"

Then I'm sure that that makes sense

"I will go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm love and always will be

"And when we meet

Which I'm sure we will

All that was there will be there still

I'll let it pass and hold my tongue

And you will think that I've moved on

"I will go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love, and always will be

"I will go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

"I will go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be."

Her voice was amazing, and even more so because she was singing to me a song that she wrote for me. I sat on the bed next to her when she finished singing. One glance at her as she put the guitar down told me she had tears in her eyes, as I had in mine. Without thinking I reached over and pulled her into my arms. I buried my face in her beautiful hair, and let my tears go, and I felt her bury her face in my chest as she let her tears go.

When we finally pulled away, it was only to kiss. This kiss wasn't like any of the other quick kisses we had stolen during our training sessions, or between classes when nobody was looking. This kiss was long and understanding, almost like a conversation, but without the words. It was a promise, a seal, and an outpouring of love. I immediately wanted to do something in return, but couldn't think of what. Anything I could do would just seem like I was trying to repay her, like this was something I could buy, and not a gift from the heart.

"Don't." She whispered against my lips.

"What?"

"Don't. I know what you're thinking; you're trying to find a way to repay me, and I'm saying don't. I don't want this to be something that can be nullified and voided by you doing something in return. In fact, if you really want to do something, just cancel training today, and stay here with me. But don't think I need some kind of grand gesture from you to make this worthwhile. It's perfect the way it is right now."

"I—you got it, no grand gestures, and no practice today." I smiled at her, she could be so stubborn sometimes, and this was not a point I would argue with her on. "Well, at least no practice in the gym, I can think of some other things we can practice right here, right now." With that I tackled her onto the bed, and started alternatively tickling her and kissing her.