Fighting For Love

III - 253

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    Chapter 3: 253

    October the 4th, 1939. 6:40

    Frankfurt, Germany

     We talked the whole way to the city. There was so much to discuss: his whole life in Austria; my whole life in Germany; what he had been doing in the last years; what I had been doing in the last years; and so on.

    As we walked, I could not help but stare at his eyes. One blue, the other green. The blue one reminded me of the day we swam on the stream, as it reflected the sky's colour, whereas the green one reminded me of what we did after that: we lay on the grass, facing each other.

    Before I go to sleep at night, I like to close my eyes and remember that day during our last Summer together. His hair glowed as sun rays passed through its golden strands, his pale torso with a lovely reddish colour, the result of prolonged hours under the Sun and his cheeks adorned with small freckles, also provoked by the sun. The same reddish shade of his torso was also that of his shoulders, nose, cheeks and ears.

     I could hear his breath, but I wish I could've heard his heartbeat too, so I could've saved it in my mind, transcribed it into a music sheet and played it on the piano later. It would a lullaby. My lullaby. Mine, just like he is during these brief moments when I'm lying alone in bed, picturing us in that day. I remember it before I sleep so I do not dream about it

     I'd rather not dream at all than dream about it. About a moment I would never have again with a person I would never be with. Or at least that's what I thought until that day.

     "You keep staring into my eyes as you did when we were younger." He said, dragging me out of my thoughts. So he remembers?  "I thought you would have gotten over it."

     Shit, I forgot to look away. I hope my cheeks are not too red.

     "I am hypnotized by them. I still haven't seen more interesting eyes than yours." He looked down, a little embarrassed by my compliment.

     I swear I did not notice how awkward that was going to come out, I really didn't!

    Rhen again, it was the truth... Yet how much of the truth can be shared with someone you haven't seen in years? Surely, with an ever-fading relationship as ours was up until that moment, it was probably socially expected that I shouldn't be as bluntly honest as I once was; or is that just me overthinking the entire situation?

    Probably.

     "Well, I am flattered." He said, casting away any theory I had about social manners. He'd liked it. "Back in Austria, my teacher would say they are witchcraft." He looked up again, facing me.

     Once again, I got lost in his eyes.

     "I must say that I believed in his words for a while, however stupid they sound now. With time, though, I just got conformed by my condition, apparently spontaneous, as no one in my family has bi-coloured eyes."