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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𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 1918
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. her posture must have been horrific and she was sure that if her mother was in the room, she would have brung it up. it had been a long time sicne she had seen paul and the boys. olga was still at work, so she was all alone. she snapped out of her thoughts when victoria walked into the den, letters in hand. "here, i picked up one that was for you."
"thank you." angelica muttered, softly taking the letter from the woman's hand. she opened it up before smiling sweetly when she saw who it was off.
❛to my love, angel, let me start of my speaking about how much i miss you. the days on the front are long and you are the only thing in my mind at every hour. the war is over. it was announce this morning, so maybe the thought of visiting the world together could be a possibility. but we have lost many.
i hate to be the one to tell you this but albert is dead. i'm sorry i couldn't do much to save them and i feel so guilty. they cared for you so much, albert was so excited to see your face once more. i'm sorry, sweet girl. write back soon, love, paul. xx❜
tears left her eyes as she shoved the paper into her lap, placing one hand over her mouth to cover her sobs as victoria looked up at her, "everything ok?"
"yes." she shook her head as she stood up, immediately walking out of the den and to the hospital where her mother-figure was, where olga was, still working, "olga? i need to talk to you."
"can't it wait?" the older woman said looking at the younger one who stood at the door, before shaking her head. olga sighed before walking outside where angelica grabbed her hand, pulling her something private.
"i need to get back up the the west." she spoke bluntly as olga tilted her head.
"you do realise how hard that is going to be? we have no need to be up there."
angelica looked around slightly, "but i do. so i need you help because i don't want to go up there alone."
olga sighed deeply before looked back at the younger girl, grabbing her hands once more, "i'm listening because i trust you, ok? now what is the plan?"
the blonde girl thought for a second, "fake a letter. fake a ransom letter from an allied soldier asking for hospice assistance."
olga also thought for a minute, "or we can just run."
