Fighting For Love

XIX - Whole Again

Ok, so I reeeeeally had to hold myself not to make this another part 1/2 thing, cause I love to do them and this and the next chapter are very related to each other.

But I managed to think of something else that sounds just as good as the other one and here it is. Enjoy!

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Chapter 19: Whole Again

June 22nd, 1940

Paris, France

The sunlight entered through the windows completely, bathing our bed as the sun rose. We were so busy last night that we completely forgot to close the curtains. I got up, trying to be as silent as possible to not wake him up and walked to the windows. I took a look at the streets. They were empty and quiet, but again, the sun had only just risen and it was a saturday. And it was a Summer sunday, nonetheless, in which many people decide to leave the city and enjoy their day off.

I closed the curtains and looked at the clock that hung on the wall; it read 7 AM. Figuring it was too soon to do anything, I decided to go back to bed and sleep some more. It had been so long since I last had a good night of sleep that I wanted to enjoy every minute of it, even if it was no longer night.

I closed my eyes and, in what felt like a blink, an hour and a half passed. Next thing I knew, Otto was staring at me with a smile on his face.

"Good morning." He said, "I can't stop looking at you, you know? I still can't believe last night really happened."

"It feels like a dream, doesn't it?" He nodded, "I feel the same. Seems like it was yesterday that we were both kids lying down on the grass and watching birds fly on the skies, wondering how we would be in the future."

"Who would've guessed we would still be together in the future? I could've only dreamed of something like this happening."

"Turns out dreams do come true, after all."

He smiled, "I agree. You really are a dream come true." He kissed me, "I love you."

It truly felt like a dream. It felt like something I would have dreamed of when I was younger and more creative. I remember dreaming of waking up with him by my side and a dog in front of the bed. All we lacked right now was the dog, but I think we can provide that in the near future. As far as I remembered, Otto loves animals.

I shed a single tear of pure joy and kissed him back.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

"Because I love you."

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"We need to get out of here" Otto said as we were having breakfast. Pièrre had told the cook in the hotel to prepare us madeleines, a traditional french cake that was beyond delicious and serve us in our bedroom. I do not know to what we owe this decision but we were very thankful to him for the hospitality.

"What?" I asked, completely caught off guard by his statement. I had no problems with Paris whatsoever and did not understand the hurry in his departure. "What is wrong with staying here?"

"No, I don't mean Paris, I mean the war; this whole situation that we are in. It has cost us way too many lives and way too much time."

"You mean... to desert?"

"In other words, yes."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Otto, it's too risky. I could be killed if I got caught, you know that, don't you?"