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Part 28

⚠️Warning⚠️
This is pretty sad and Soviet having a mental breakdown. 😁👍

Someone asked me to make a picture or find a picture that matches my Soviet and Reich. I just wanted to say that it will be on the next chapter because it has taken me longer then I thought. (I'm drawing it that's why) I'm just trying to make it as good as I can and my ushanka drawing skills have deteriorated so that's taking me long. But it will be worth it when I'm done because there isn't just a drawing but 3 for each character and fact's so that's great. Well I hope that you like this very depressing chapter called chapter 28.
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Soviet's pov

I sighed as I felt the soft mattress as I sat down on it. I closed my eyes and just sat there enjoying the silence and to not deal with work, the kids, and keeping the house in okay shape 24/7. It was to silent though, why to silent then what it was supposed to be.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room to find nothing but the furniture and me. Reich wasn't here, I didn't like that. I wanted him right here with me even if he was yelling at me for something I did. I just wanted his presence even if just him being here petrified me sometimes.

I didn't understand why I needed Reich so much even when he would hurt me anyway possible. I deserve it though, I can't be doing something that upsets Reich because I love him. I know he loves me to, he dose these things for my best interest like he said. I believe that Reich is right and he's just doing it out of love.

Yeah, the things he's doing isn't okay but that's just how he shows it. He will stop one day when I have stopped upsetting him but I don't really know what I'm doing wrong.

I cook, clean, take care of the kids, finish my work, give Reich all the love in the world, does everything he tells me to but it's never enough. I probably just need to do more, yeah, I just need to do more.

I looked down at my hands and rubbed my palm. They were all dry and rough from constantly using them. How could I do more than what I have been doing? Nothing I do is enough for him but I want him to be satisfied with something I do.

Maybe I'm not being a good husband for him. No no no I need to do more for Reich. I want to be the best husband I can for him so I need to do more.

I started to play with the gold ring that is on my hand. It's me and Reich's wedding ring, I remember that day so well and it's still one of the happiest days of my life.

I took it off my finger and ran my thumb over the inside feeling the little bumps and reading it. It was braille, Шрифт Брайля to be exact. (pronunciation: Shrift Braylya (braille in the Russian language basically))

I felt as my heart rate increased and I started to smile. I read it over and over again just remembering the happy moments me and Reich had together.

I remember the night after our wedding when we couldn't let go of each other. We layed here in this same bed hugging each other and dredging the time we would have to let go. We would say little things on how much we love each other or doing loving actions.

As we told each other that we would never hurt one other.

This house held a lot of memories in it. From our first kiss together, our first child, the first day we were married, a place we loved each other every second of the day, the place we made love for the first time together. Then a frown made it's why onto my face. The first time Reich layed a hand on me, hurt me in anyway he could, left me in the dust and wouldn't tell me anything, a place that made me feel so ashamed of my existence. I put the ring down on the bedside table and I looked at the light bouncing off of the ring.