The Impossible ||| l.h

★彡Kapital 6

Sie/her

October 3,1942

Frankfurt,Germany

"Hubert, you can't balance on that beam to save your life!" Sophia laughed, holding her stomach.

"Oh you wait and see, Sophia!" Hubert replies, jumping on the wooden beam. He walks on it, keeping his arms stretched out to keep balance. A huge grin engulfs his face as he successfully walked across, "The wonders of Hitler Youth!" he says, jumping off the beam.

"Ya right, Hubert, that's probably the only thing you actually learned at Hitler Youth, Herr I-already-know-all-this!" Luke laughs along with the other teenagers.

It was a regular, German evening, only about 6:30. The young people of Frankfurt were all in their usual hangout spot. The park.

"I doubt you can do any better, Sophia!" Birgitta, I, yell to her. Sophia and I have gotten along quite well since what happened at the park 4 months ago. It really was just a misunderstanding.

Luke and I ran after her, the only thing lighting our way was the crescent moon. I could barely see her yellow dress, but I did hear a thud and a groan. I continued running until I tripped over something. I hear another painful groan, except it escapes from my mouth. As I look up, I see that I tripped over a person. Sophia. I quickly jump on her before she gets a chance to run away. I'm not sure why, but I feel ,in a way, she's a threat. She tries to escape my grip, but I hold her down. Luke seems to finally show up, not sure of what to do. After about a minute of Sophia and I fighting, and Luke watching, Sophia finally gives up. Her blond hair is spread wildly across her face. She is breathing heavily, just trying to reach a steady breathing point again. I'm not sure what to do now. I stare at her for a moment until Luke speaks for me. "What did you hear?". She just looks at him. She closes her eyes and tries to steady her voice as she says " Can I speak to Birgitta alone?". Luke looks back and forth from each of us, asking me if it was alright through his expressions. I nod and he just walks a small distance, just out of earshot. "Now." I start, "Explain.". "Well I can't explain of you're cutting off my circulation!" she says, harshly. I get off her and she sits upright. We stare at each other for awhile,thinking of something to say. "How could you?" Sophia says silently, interrupting my thoughts. "Sophia..." "You knew I liked him. A lot." she says, not meeting my eyes. " I know, Sophia, it's just..." I sigh. I was about to let the gates of my heart open, gosh darn-it. "I love Luke, Sophia. I truly am sorry, but..." I smile. "No one I know is like him.He knows me better than I know myself." I look into her sparkling blue eyes. She lets out a sigh, lip quivering. "Luke...really seems to love you." Sophia says, giving me a small smile. I smile back and we hug each other. Once we let go, she wipes away a tear. "There are plenty of fish in the sea." she says. " Hubert was looking quite dashing, yesterday." I say, a suggestive smirk playing on my lips. "He is quite handsome." she laughs. Luke suddenly returns, cautiously walking as if a grenade was going to explode. "Is everything okay here?" he asks, arching his eyebrow. Sophia lightly laughs through her tears, smiling. See, I wasn't kidding when I said that she could get over a guy faster that you can say Güttentag.

Luke suddenly taps me on my shoulder, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" I ask him.

"Ja, I asked if you were alright." He says scratching his shoulder.

I smile, "Yes, just thinking."

He returns a small smile before he turns back to the group conversation.

Luke has seemed uneasy, recently. Always fidgeting, especially when the subject of war comes about. Once, one of our friends asked him if he was going to join the war and he changed the subject. But if I question him all the sudden change, but he would insist that he didn't know what I was talking about.

For another good hour we talked and joked with one another. Eliza even pretended to be one of those Amerikaner women. She put her hair short and lifted her dress mid-knee. Immodest, really. But she did earn a few whistles from the boys.

At about 9:30, half an hour before the German curfew, we all began to wind down. The only one's talking were Sophia and Rolf. I didn't desire to be in their conversation and it seemed Luke didn't either. He just stared into the sky; fidgeting.

"I have an announcement to make." Hubert said, disrupting everyone's thoughts and talking. "Well, we have announcement." He corrected, gesturing towards Rolf and Luke.

I turn to look at Luke, but he doesn't meet my gaze.

All the boys seem to have forgotten how to speak. Eliza and Sophia and the other girls edge them on as I watch, a questioning expression I'm sure covered my face.

"We..." Luke began while playing with his fingers.

We all stare at each other.

"We're going to war." Hubert says bluntly, not meeting anyone's gaze.

I stare at them in shock, not willing to believe it. The girls, on the other hand, began crying as they ran into Rolf and Hubert's arms.

I didn't move. I just sat, staring at Luke. We held eye contact for a minute. Neither of us saying anything.

Then I ran. I sat up from the bench, and I ran, ran as fast as I could. Luke calls out for me, chasing me. I ignore him and enter the woods, and run deeper and deeper into them.

I don't realize the tears streaming down my face until Luke catches me by the arm.

He tried desperately to hug me, hold me close, tell me everything was going to be alright, say he would come back. But I wouldn't let him.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I scream, trying to break away from the grip he had on my hands.

"Birgitta, I'm sor-"

"Sorry? You should have told me!" I yell, attempting to hit him, but my blows come out as child's play.

I just give up and cry into his chest. He holds me, not saying a word. I, on the other hand, am saying a lot of things. Profanities, my love for him, my hate for him, how sorry I am, how sorry he should be.

I cried for a good twenty minutes until I manage to make out an understandable sentence.

"W-when do-o y-you le-ave?"

He looks at me and says nothing.

"W-when do y-you leave?!" I demand a bit harsher.

He looks away, "Three days."

I lost it. I just fell, Luke barely holding me up as I cried. I cried so hard. Harder that when my father died. Harder that when my mother died. Luke might die, that's why I cried. But I didn't cry for him, I cried for me. My own selfish reasons.

I cried because I might not marry him. Have a family with him. I cried because my children might not call him father or my children's children call him Opa. I cried because I would be alone.

Luke was now leaning back against a tree as he held me. My crying somehow had gotten softer. I was just so tired.

I eventually fell asleep because I had cried so much.

All I remember is Luke picking me up and eventually placing me into my bed.

I fell in a deep sleep. Dreaming of my life with Luke.