Hey again guys! So, I came up with this story idea when I remembered this song we listened to in school last year and that movie "Dear John." The Rose and Dimitri pairing used to be my favorite until he pushed her away more and more and then I fell in love with the awesome Christian Ozera.

Anyways, before I go completely off topic, I wrote this chapter quickly, but I also wrote from what I think they'd say to each other. All the characters are human and this is when Rose is eighteen and Dimitri is still twenty four. He's off at war and basically Rose and Dimitri are writing letters back and fourth. Dimitri's time with the army is up in Janurary, but it's only the end of June when they begin the letters. I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think. I'll be posting more chapters up shortly. :)

June 23rd, 2010

Dear Roza,

I wish I could hold you right now. You have no idea how much I miss you. Being out here, exposed and always on the look out, is so stressful. There's people dying left and right, and I feel so weak not being able to help them in time. I sort of wish you were here. You always knew how to help me forget my worries. Even if it were only for a little while, I wouldn't mind. Any minute I could get with you would be precious to me.

Enough with the downfalls, huh? How have Lissa and Christian been? I wish I could've been there for their wedding. Tell them I'm sorry for not being able to attend. I really wish I could have. How was their honeymoon, or are they not back yet? Well... they might be by the time you recieve my letter.

Roza, I promise you that as soon as I get home, I'll make my absense up to you. This is my last year, remember? Five years is up on Janurary third. I can't wait. I can't wait to finally marry you. I can't wait to give you babies. Have you thought of names you'd like?

Sorry I have to cut this letter short, but I need to rest. I've been up all day and I'm falling asleep while writing this, so sorry if it's sloppy.

Remember, I'll always love you Roza.

Sincerely,
Your Comrade.

June 30th, 2010

Dear Comrade,

I wish you were here. I've been so lonely without you. This house is too big for only one person. Viktoria's been here a couple of times, but always leaves after two hours to be with her daughter and husband.

I'm sorry you're so stressed, Dimitri. I wish I were there to help you through it. I wish you were home with me too. I'm so worried about you. I don't know if you're okay or not or if you'll ever return home to me. Please don't get too hurt out there, Dimitri. Please. Come home as soon as you can... In one piece.

Lissa and Christian have been great. After their wedding, which was only last week, they flew to Russia for their honeymoon. They've been sending me emails of pictures every day and explained how it all went. They were sad when they relized you couldn't be in their wedding, but they understood that you'd do anything to protect your country. We're all so very proud of you, Comrade.

Viktoria and Nikolai have been great, by the way. They had their baby finally, as you can tell from my first paragraph. They named her after us. Dima Rose. It's such a pretty name.

Dimitri, take your time and be careful for me. That's all I'm asking of you right now. As soon as this stupid war is over, hurry home to me... And to our baby. Yes, Dimitri, I'm pregnant with our three month old baby. I woke up a couple days ago and noticed that my stomach was hard and slightly swollen. I was smiling so much that day and then again when I finally recieved your letter. I've been waiting for you to write me so that I could tell you. I would've much rather told you in person, but we all want what we can't have.

I haven't really thought of names yet, but I'd like to name our baby after you. You and Lissa, that is. I can't wait. I took a picture of my baby bump and clipped it to the letter, along with Vika's baby.

Comrade, don't worry about me and get all the rest you can get. And who cares if your hand writing is sloppy? Look at mine!

I love you, my Comrade.

Sincerely,
Your Roza.