𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃
in which, a girl fights for her life,
while praying to the gods to save her
and the people around her.
- all quiet on the western front
- paul baümer x fem!oc
- lowercase intended
- all credit goes to erich maria remarque...
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𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘; 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐀 1916.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. his skin shined as he continued, finally making it to where he could see his friends. jumping off his bike, securing it on the bike rack before walking towards the three boys waiting for him patiently.
"paul!" albert kropp remarked as paul walked towards them, "well?"
paul just shook his head, walking past the boys as albert and franz groaned aloud. "now what? does he know we're all going?" albert questioned but his friend only shook his head.
"yes he does."
"are you staying home?" the quiet boy, lugwig asked as albert rolled his eyes.
"for christ sake, are you supposed to stay here hugging your mommy?" he groaned once more as franz smirked and ludwig pulled a face. paul's body shivered slowly, he was a lot of things, but definitely not a mama's boy. he and his mother were never too close, it was usually up to his older sister to raise him, if you gave him the chance, he would have left ages ago.
franz looked at paul, extending his hand, "give me that, give it to me, i'll sign it." franz pushed.
lugwig took a deep breath, "his parents have to sign it."
"but they didn't, so give it." müller argued as albert held in a laugh and paul rolled his eyes slyly.
"you can't!" ludwig spoke, a bit too loud for the other's likings.
"how?" albert questioned once more, "is your daddy their pen-pal?"
paul shook his head before opening his bag, pulling out the paper, "give me your pen."
franz and albert looked at each other before all eyes turned to ludwig, "you're going to be in hot water." he warned, "he's going to hit you again."
"oh, shut up ludwig." albert hushed as paul shot daggers into ludwig.
"do you have a better idea? i'm not the only one staying back here." paul snapped before ludwig sighed, passing his pen to his friend. he then turns around, allowing paul to use his back as a table to scribble down the signature.
he finished signing up as albert tapped his shoulders, "congratulations private baümer! you're heading to the front."
paul only shook their head as the walked in the large building, "i'm a dead man." he muttered.
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the four boys stood in the school, surrounded by many other boys, older and younger than them as their principal stood in the middle. "absolute obedience is the most important thing of all in modern warfare, which is like a game of chess, which is never about the individual, always about the whole. you will prove yourselves worthy of wearing this uniform and break through the enemy front in flanders. and within a few weeks, you will finally march on paris!"
