GerIta ; Heaven Or Hell

An unfortunate surprise

    Felicia's P.O.V

   Just as Monika stood, ready to address the, now bustling, Pavilion, a group of formal men clad in military came marching up to her. As if their entrance wasn't enough, their unwavering facial expressions put me on edge. Why were they here? Why were they looking down at Monika, disrespectfully, might I add?

   Julchen stands, shushing the loud crowd of cadets, and approaches the group with a stern glare almost as frightening as the ones the soldiers' were casting themselves. For a few moments, there's nothing but thick silence throughout the Pavilion. So thick, it was coming to choke me. And as sudden as it appeared, the silence was shattered, the one upfront clad in millions of medallions and ribbons begins to proclaim a long, thundering, speech in fluent German. Julchen shifts uncomfortably and Monika, although not noticeable to anyone else, began to tremble. From anger or shock or sadness, I don't know, but her fist were clenching until her knuckles were white and then back. Why was she like this? Damn, if only I had learnt German!

  Just as Mr. Shiny Medals finishes, Monika growls and retaliates with a real nice bitch slap, earning a collective gasp from everyone attentive to the fiasco. Shiny Medals wouldn't have seen it coming a mile away, no one would to be honest. Monika is always so reserved, I wonder why she's unleashing her fury upon a glittering piece of shit.

   Before anyone can realize it, Monika has begun a speech of her own, only, it's not so friendly. She's snarling German words left to right, some that catch me are insults she's taught me and I shiver as I put two and two together. Consequently, none of them take it standing, they begin to shout and scream, cussing Monika off. Julchen joins in as well. The men don't stand a chance against the sisters as they shove them out of the pavilion and a larger group of security guards arrive to escort the new, unwelcomed, Germans away.

  As the large, ivory, doors shut, Julchen and Monika call Isabella and Francesca over. I can't here what they're conversing about since it's all in rushed whispers but their body language seems tense and frustrated. It has to be pretty bad if they're all freaking out. Finally, they concluded their challenged argument and turn to the cadets.

   "Today's events have been... cancelled. And so has every other day's events. That was a personally delivered message from our super-attendant. Camp has been cancelled. You'll receive your missing days back in the form of your money and tickets will be bought to take you back to your home countries. I am terribly sorry, but, there is nothing I can do..." She turns to me, her blue eyes gluing me down to my seat, "Once again, I'm completely sorry. You may all go to your cabins and begin packing."

   At first, no one moves. Millions of emotions run through my head, creating a hurricane of thoughts. I wouldn't get to see Monika again. I know how to defend myself now, there is no reason my parents would send me back next year. Not to mention, she lives in Germany, I live in Italy. One by one, people begin to stand and take their leave. Yet, I know they're as broken as me. We're all from different countries but we've grown to be so close, almost like a family. It just can't be.

   Minutes fly by, and so do the cadets, until there's no one left but the counselors, Sakura, Lovi, Lumi, and I. Sakura lends a hand, and wordlessly, I take it. I can't look at Monika as I leave with my sister and friends. It'd hurt too much.

  "Lets stop by my cabin first, you guys can continue to your own and when you're done packing, come back to pick me up," Lovi speaks up, taking the lead and walking in front us all.

  "I'm really going to miss you all. This summer was so much fun, I came here scared and terrified but now, all I want to do is stay!" claims a frowning Lumi, I turn to her but I can't find the heart to reply. Instead, Sakura does.

  "Maybe it's for the best, who knows why we're really leaving. Better we don't find out. Besides, we all have each other's numbers. Maybe we can meet up next summer vacation? It'll be lots of fun!" the small Japanese woman cheers as we stop in front of my sorella's cabin. Lumi and Lovi nod enthusiastically but I can't bring myself to look up from the ground. As we take off towards our cabin, one thing is clear to me. I don't want to leave, because leaving means never seeing Monika again...

   ~TIME SKIP~

  We were in the Pavilion once again, this time, we all had our bags and were awaiting Julchen's return. She went to pick up our new tickets. Everyone spoke in rushed conversations around me, and while I replied from time to time, I was distracted by my thoughts. That is, until someone hurriedly tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find a nervously fidgeting Monika. She grabbed my hand and guided me out and behind the Pavilion.

  "Felicia," Monika whispers breathlessly, wrapping her arms around my waist and dipping down to peck my lips. The feeling of her skin wakes me up, and before she can stop, I grab onto her uniform and begin to kiss her fiercely. This kiss was so different from the ones we've had before. It was needy but oh, so important. Almost as if the flame of our love was burning bright by the millisecond. I didn't want to let go, but sadly, we're humans and air is an essential resource. We part but the ache in my heart is almost too much, the lump in my throat too thick, and the tears too much to hold back. They spill in waves down my cheeks, burning my skin from their saltiness.

  "Monika! I don't want to leave! I love you! I want to stay with you forever!" By now, I'm shamelessly sobbing but I could care less.

  "I know Feli, I don't want you to leave but you have to. Next year, we'll meet again, I can guarantee it! Just trust me! I love you so much but Julchen is back and we can't stay any longer," Grabbing my hand and bringing me around to the front. We enter to find the hall completely empty. Snatching my luggage bag up and hanging it from her forearm, Monika hoists me onto her back and takes off in a sprint. To be honest, I've never wanted something to last as long as this run. 

  When we arrived, Isabella loaded my luggage and closed the bottom compartment. I couldn't let my death grip on Monika's loosen but I knew I had to. So, heartbreakingly, I hopped down and stole one last glance before rushing to the bus's door. But, Monika had other plans. And faster than I would've ever expected her to be, my sweet German crashed her soft, luscious lips onto mine one last time. 

  "Ti amo, Monika," I whispered.

   "ich liebe dich, Felicia," Monika wordlessly responded while leading me to the door. I took one last longing glance and trudged in, collapsing into the window seat next to Lovi. 

   And with a heart torn in two, I watched as the bus drove away, out the powerfully metallic gates, and away from my everything. My beautiful, independent, German. My Monika Beilschmidt.