AN: I honestly know I shouldn't be starting this story right now, not after just finishing my last story (which if you haven't read, is called Save You and is on my profile, and if you have read it ignore my shameless promoting). But here I am starting another story which will hopefully be shorter than the last... but knowing me, probably not.

Alright, as requested this is an Adrian/Rose story and will be told from both their perspectives. I think that's important because I honestly think Adrian was one of the three core characters in VA and I loved him as a character, I think he's really complex. This story is also taking place just a few months after Last Sacrifice, everything has happened and Adrian, Jill, Eddie and Sydney are all in Palm Springs while the rest of the gang is still at court.

I hope you guys like it and continue reading, any reviews are greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own VA

Prologue: The Bend Before The Break

Rose's Point Of View

They always say you never know what you have until it's gone. People are always telling us to savour everything, to never leave anything until tomorrow, because you don't know if tomorrow will ever come. They're always persuading us to be with the ones we love, because they may be ripped away from us in the blink of an eye.

I thought I knew what that felt like, I thought that the love of my life had been ripped away from me. When Dimitri was awakened, it felt like my heart had been shattered in my chest. I remembered thinking that I should've spent more time with him, should've savoured all of the moments together. I remembered thinking that I knew what I had, and that feeling had just been intensified after he was gone.

What I didn't know, was just how bad that feeling was when Adrian walked out of the room that day. The heart shattering feeling I had when Dimitri was taken away was nothing compared to the feeling I had when Adrian walked out. Although it was painful with Dimitri - how shocking it was - it was worse with Adrian because it ached all the time.

At first I thought it was guilt, I thought that it was because I had broken his heart that I felt that way. I thought that overtime it would ease and I could be happy with Dimitri and our new life. But instead of getting better, that feeling just consumed me.

I couldn't stop thinking about Adrian and everything that I had lost. It was impossible to think about anything else, to be happy with Dimitri when all I thought about was Adrian. And because of that my love for Dimitri eventually disintegrated until there was hardly anything left, I tried to salvage any kinds of feelings but there was nothing there anymore.

I still cared about Dimitri and I always would, it was impossible to go through what we have and stop caring for that person entirely. But it was possible for the love to fade, he claimed it happened to him once before and now it was happening to me. I still cared for him but I would no longer pine for his affection, travel to the ends of the earth for him.

I think that Dimitri knew that, he was an intelligent man and had always been in tune with my thoughts and emotions. Dimitri knew that my love for him had faded but he said nothing, whether it was because he was in denial or he was holding out hope, praying that like him I found the ability to return his love. Whatever it was I never asked and he never confronted me about my emotions, instead we just placated one another and pretended like we still felt something.

But when we lay in bed late at night, hardly touching and deeply breathing, I find something in my chest aching. Every night we laid silently, both thinking the same thing but neither of us willing to admit it, we didn't want to utter the words knowing that it would break us forever. There wasn't enough love to keep this relationship going, it was just happening out of necessity and routine at this point. We had fought so hard to get to this point, to even be together and have this relationship, that to admit that it was over seemed like a disgrace.

So instead, we just lay in that cold bed. Tears would stream down my face and he would pretend not to notice in the dark, we would pull the covers tightly until we both drifted off into a deep oblivion.

Each of us dreaming of something far better than this.