I sat down on my bed in the guest housing part of the school, and I thought about everything. I thought about how Dimitri was coming to kill me, despite my attempts to kill him first. He was still out there, still hurting people. Still the monster he'd told me he'd rather die than become. I'd failed at honoring his wishes, and I was ashamed of myself. I'd screwed up the most important staking of my life. I thought about Lissa, and how I would probably never get to be her guardian now that I was unpromised. I thought about how Christian and Lissa were separated, and would probably never be the same again, even if they did get back together. I thought about a lot. The hesitant knock on my door pulled me out of my reverie, and caused me to flinch.

"Come in," I called. My voice sounded hoarse, unused. I cleared my throat and pushed my hair out of my eyes. To my surprise, the open doorway revealed Christian. He'd been happy to see me back and alive, but that didn't mean our antagonistic relationship had changed. Not in my eyes, at least. He'd given me a brief hug and said, "No one in this place has anything on your comebacks," before releasing me. He'd gone on his way, and I thought that'd be the end of our interaction, since him and Lissa were now separated.

I hid my surprise and scooted over on my bed, since I had no chairs or anywhere else for him to sit. I patted the spot next to me. "Have a seat." He did, looking unsure. His normally smug grin was replaced by a worried frown. I didn't like it; it wasn't normal. "What's wrong with you, Ozera?" I asked, folding my arms. "Where's the jokes and attitude?" He didn't smile. "Rose, everyone was really worried about you," he said, voice serious. I bit my lip. "I know, and I'm sorry about that. But I'm back now, alive and well." He studied me. "You don't look alive. Or well. You look like the walking dead, Rose." I looked away. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

"I am to."

Christian held up a hand. "I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here because I'm worried about you." That threw me off guard. Christian? Worrying about me? That didn't fit my universe. In my reality, Christian threw snarky insults my way, and I responded appropriately. Worry for each other was nowhere in that world. I sat for a moment, contemplating what to say to get him off my case. "Well, don't be," I managed finally. "I'm doing just fine, actually." He didn't look convinced. "Why'd you leave, Rose?" he asked quietly. I glared at him. "That's none of your buisness, Ozera. Get out."

I stood up and opened the door, motioning for him to leave. He frowned. "Fine. But I really am just worried, Rose. You can talk to me; I promise not to make what you say idle school gossip." With that, Christian left my room and didn't glance back. I shut the door slowly and headed back to my bed, sitting and thinking. Again. But this time, my thoughts were plagued with Christian's visit. Since when did he care? Since when did I want him to?

A/N: Thought I'd try a RosexChristian fanfic, since I can't find any to my liking. You likey? Yes, no, maybe so?