'Hat Verloren'

May 2nd 1989

Salt. Tears. They're coming back. They want us all. They're looking for the filthy. The unclean. Him.

May 25th 1989

The search has started. The copters whirring stirs him in his sleep. I use my blanket to cover his ears.

June 6th 1989

Bombs. They're everywhere. The food is becoming stale. Moulding. I left my bread for him to eat for the next few weeks. I could do with less eating. It'll be fine.

June 17th 1989

I went to the top. I was sure to jump. But as soon as I closed my eyes, His face was there. His doe brown eyes, swirled with a colour of dark chocolate and honey, his hair smelling of nectar. It was him. And I sobbed. Because every night when I went to bed he would be there. Dancing away in my fantasy land. Because in my mind I could keep him safe.

June 19th 1989

The noises have stopped. Hes weak. I can see it. His smile.

June 29th 1989

He walks funny.

July 1st 1989

Its his birthday. I gave him the last peach as a gift. He cried in my arms.

July 4th 1989

They were celebrating. I could hear it.

July 9th 1989

Screams. Children. I sat by the door listening to them while he slept. A mother. A little boy. I wanted to open the door for them. I really did. But they would find him. I cried that night with their screams echoing in my skull.

Why?

December 7th 1989

We danced today. Christmas is coming soon. Maybe well get to dance again.

December 25th 1989

I couldnt. Not anymore at least. I love you.

She later sacrificed herself to the Germans for his freedom. They promised her he would live a free life. He was later sent to a concentration camp where he was beaten to death. The words I love you chanted in his head as light left his face.

I didnt get to say it back..