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-Sunset at the Barracks- by HennaLucas -Sunset at the Barracks- by HennaLucas
"He looked at me long and hard, his face remorseful. At last, he sighed. “Fine. I’ll meet you here in four days time, all right? Hopefully I’ll know by then. You know, Sara, I…I wish I could do more.”
Suddenly, Klaus reached in his pocket and retrieved two cigarettes, and with a weak, slipshod smile, he offered me one. I accepted it, and together we smoked as the night engulfed us. What a sight—a Nazi guard and an inmate swapping cigarettes behind a barrack!
“Just like old times, hmm?” I asked him, almost amused as I attempted to make a smoke ring.
“God,” he muttered, shaking his head, “it was only nine months ago that we danced at your friend’s party. Nine damn months and look where we are.”
“Thing’s change, don’t they?” I said.
He nodded. “So do we. We change. We really do. We’re like seasons, you know? And it’s our winter now—everything’s dead.”
“But spring comes next, doesn’t it?”
“I hope it does. I really do.” With a sad laugh, he balanced the cigarette between his white teeth and we just looked up at the sky, and I was suddenly sad that I had never properly known him, never sat down with him for a cup of tea or a good film. In another, easier life, we could have surely been friends; perhaps I could have even loved him. But I didn’t, because things didn’t turn out that way. He was the good boy who made all the wrong choices, and I was the girl who made the right ones and was punished for them. I was a prisoner, I was vermin, and he was at the mercy and command of the Devil himself. These were our lives, our fates, and they were sealed.
At last, after our cigarettes were spent and disposed of in a clump of snow, Klaus turned to me.
“This boy, Benjamin: he’s a Jew, right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“He’s the reason you’re here, isn’t he?”
I bridled. “What does it matter to you?”
“I’m proud of you.”
“What?”
He sighed. “I’m proud of you, Sara. You broke the silence; you stood up and did what was right when I couldn’t. You’re braver than I can ever dream of being, you know.” He grinned. “You’re a survivor.”


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art, Klaus, writing (c) me
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RoselynJade Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Your story was amazing!
as well as the picture.
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AmbreeChristineSkye Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2012
Why do your story snippets always leave me torn between crying and smiling? It's almost never one or the other...But then again I'm an emotional wreck at the moment. :shrug: This is beautiful as usual. :worship:
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EllaMinnoP Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I think I am in love with Klaus...
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L-dubz Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
For absolutely no reason in particular this reminds me of the memoir night by elie Wiesel! Really great drawing though :la:
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TheWildSpirit Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
God, I love Klaus sooooo much! :heart:
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Noriko-chan5 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student Artist
i think i love this guy. haha.
i read your journal post about him too.
he's a great character.
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HennaLucas Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you!
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Cheburaskah Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student General Artist
Awww, I have so much respect for Klaus.
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HennaLucas Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student Writer
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MzyLeRouge Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student General Artist
I love the colors here, particularly the gold tones in his face and how you carried it into the background.
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