Farewell Letter
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" 29 Juli 1936 " , las sie vor und ich beugte mich ein wenig weiter zu ihr, weil sie leise und geheimnisvoll vorlas.
"Lieber Peter,
Die Sonne scheint, doch meine Gedanken sind so dunkel und schwer wie die Wolken die über unseren Köpfen hingen, als ich ging. Wir haben uns seit dem 19 April 1936 nicht mehr gesehen. Ich vermisse dich unsterblich und meine Liebe zu dir hat nie ein Ende gefunden, nicht mal die Meilen die zwischen uns liegen könnten meine Gefühle für dich verringern." , sie hielt inne. Ihre feuchten wunderschönen Lippen schlossen sich für einen Moment und sie blickte mit ihren tief grünen Augen hoch zu mir und ich lächelte. Ich konnte garnicht anders. Sie war so wunderschön, dass es mir meinen Atem raubte.
"Wir müssen ihn finden!", sagte sie entschlossen mit ihrer aufgeregten Stimme und ihre kalte Hand streifte meine.
"Wen?", fragte ich ruhig und bewunderte ihre natürliche Schönheit.
"Peter!"
Und ab da begann die spannende Reise auf der die Liebe Siegen würde.
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