Short chapter, sorry :/
Klaus' POV:
The car came to stop with a small jolt and Ada's eyes drifted open, her eyelids fluttered slightly as did my heart before opening fully ,only to reveal the brightest of all blue eyes. I smiled warmly down a her, staring into those eyes which were trying to focus on my face but couldn't quite get there.
'' Hey, wake up.'' I said, softly, turning her head to face me fully. She looked confused as her hands rubbed her eyes, like a mere child would. She stopped and removed her hands, and looking up at me she finally spoke.
'' What happened?'' She said softly, her voice hoarse and slightly cracked. I snapped out of my gaze and cleared my throat.
'' Yeah, Um-Er- you uh, fainted. I-I think.'' I managed to get out. I mentally slapped myself and how idiotic I sounded.
'' Okay, yeah, that sounds like me. I-uh, I hate cars.'' She explained, trying to sit up. I helped her and she held her head. Her hair was all over the place, she smiled. The smile lit up her face like no smile I had ever seen before.
'' Really, you don't like cars? Why didn't you say anything.'' I asked, smiling slightly too.
'' Because I came out from enemy territory, I have a certain lack of respect for your position and authority. You could have killed me, right there right then and you would have had no regret, but you did not. You spared your life and You're taking me to a safe place where I will clothed and fed and taken very good care off. The very least I could do is be gratefully and not complain about the transport.'' she said, I was stunned. She had more or less repeated my speech from earlier and slapped me around the face with it. Her smile faded as she said this and so did mine.
'' We should be getting inside.'' I said quickly, opening the door and getting out, how could somebody so kind looking be so cold?
Ada's POV:
I got up and out, I studied the house.
The garden was all stone and fence, it looked dull and dead. No flowers or grass, just grey, plain stones.The side of the House was painted a washed out yellow colour. The only vibrant looking thing was the wood.
I was gratefull of course, it was much better that Leningrad.
Leningrad, even the word makes my heart jolt.
'' This way.'' He said bluntly, walking swiftly over to the door.
'' Coming.'' I mumbled, not really listening.
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The German And the Jew.
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