April 19th, 1944
Today she actually left and she took a piece of paper that she said was for her mom. I never expected she went in the showers. I knew I should have followed her, but I was on duty and I couldn't let people see we were together. I hated seeing her being touched and raped by the others, I hated seeing her cry. I am to selfish, I wanted her here. I wanted her to be here with me. When I found this journal I finally saw her emotions and thoughts. Maybe killing herself was the best thing she has ever done for herself... and for me, knowing we can't be together. I never got to say it when we spend our last night together. Adina, I love you.
Love yours and only yours, Logan
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Adina's Holocaust
Historical FictionWrote this for a project in history of holocaust. Everyone loved it to I thought I would share it. It is sad and very short. Don't forget to comment and if you like it give it a star. Please remember, I made this up. I don't know if it is based on r...
