As I lie under the endless black night sky, with the millions of silvery stars staring down upon me, my breath coming out in rugged, small gasps, I think of the past little while of my life. Although I feel so upset, so unhappy, I can't regret my decision to do what I did. To experience such love. Love. It's such a little word, a word that we use so much....but it can do so much...
It was on a dark evening-a Tuesday that I came across Wilhelm. I was walking the streets of my little French village, thinking of all the destruction, all the horror caused by the Nazis....by those fiends. My little village-even all of France was being destroyed, people were being killed by them. For what? Their religion? I walked along, my gun in my arms, when a small, quiet plea for help pulled my out of my reverie. It was a man. A Nazi! One of thoswe fiends! I raised my gun to shoot him-to kill him....to....
My menories of the next few hours are clouded, foggy. I know that I must have dropped my weapon, and taken the wounded man to my appartement. I had saved his life. Part of me was disgusted with myself-these people were killing my friends! I couldn't do it, though. I couldn't kill someone. Take away someone's life. Especially someone so weak.
I had put him in my bed. Patched up his wound. Kept him warm. As he awakened, he talked to me. He asked me my name. Thanked me so much for my kindness.
'What is your name?' He asked me after he had awakened.
'Marie.' I replied quietly.
'You saved my life, Marie. Thank you. Thank you so much.'
'Don't. Don't do that! I'm disgusted with myself. You and your cronies are tearing France apart. I should have shot you!'I cried, my throat aching, stupborn tears streaming down my face.
'Please. Please don't feel that way. I was forced here, I have a Nazi uniform, but I'm not killing people. Really. That's why you found me on the street. A fellow soldier caught onto me....I'm lucky to be alive...thanks, really, to you.'
He stayed with me for a while. He was weak, and I couldn't throw him onto the street. He cooked for us sometimes, and helped to clean the appartement. I learned that he had lost his wife in the war. I became so close to him in this next little while. He played piano, like me, and liked poetry, and theatre. We were so alike in so many ways. He was a gentleman. I knew that I was falling in love with him, without my consent, without me even knowing. Love does that to you sometimes. It creeps in, unknowingly, silently, and when it gets there, it refuses to leave.
Although I loved Wilhelm, and I knew that he loved me, I also knew that it must be kept secret. If anyone found out, Wilhelm would be killed, and I would be hated by town, my family outcasted. I couldn't do that, couldn;t risk the ones I loved most being hurt. At night, when it was dark outside, we would go for walks together, gazing at the stars, talking about our dreams, and our lives. He told me about Germany, about his family. We were never caught at this time of night.
Not until tonight. Not until a soldier-a French soldier, a man that I knew well from my village, Franc. He stumbled upon us as we walked, hand in hand, seemingly protected by the black night sky, home to the million twinkling silvery stars.
'Marie....a Nazi? You're with a Nazi?'Franc demanded.
'Franc...well....I...'
'Marie, I am disgusted! These pigs killed your friend! Coralie! Have you forgotten her death?'
At this point, Wilhelm stood in front of me, confrontational.
'Stop this! It's my fault! I'm disgusted with the destruction here! Really!'
'Shut up, you! Marie! Either you kill this monster now or I kill you and him both! I detest traitors!'
I mustered all the bravery, all the courage in me, and all the love I had for Wilhelm.
'I hate the horror done by the Nazis, but I won't stoop to the level of a murderer. I don't want to be on someone's side! I want to be happy! To have a good life!'
I stared at him, my eyes burning woth tears, my throat aching. I knew that I was facing death. I couldn't escape from this. No way. Franc pulled a sharp knife from his belt. 'you leave me no choice, Marie. It pains me to do this.'
As he plunged the knife into my flesh, I cried in pain, tears streaming down my face, my life, my memories of Wilhelm surging through my head.
As I fall to the cold, hard ground, I hear a struggle between Wilhelm and Franc. Wilhelm had manged to wrestle Franc's knife from him, but Franc ran away, escaping. Wilhelm bends down to me, and scoops me up from the ground. With the little consciousness I have left in me, I tell myself that I will fight for Wilheml...I will jeep going for him. I will. Quickly, Wilhelm carries me away from the cold, dark night.
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