Winter Wind
It was one late night that a certain book thief found herself wide awake and furiously writing her life away. The basement seemed to groan with its continuous beating from the harsh, winter winds. Liesel curled her toes in happy excitement. That would be a great line to put in my book! She wrote down her genius line, that she just thought of, only to pause without warning. What was he doing right now? The only response she received was the growling of an empty stomach. She had better go eat. Liesel put down her writing quill, closing her book. She tiptoed up the stairs, careful to avoid familiar cracks.
What awaited her in the kitchen was frozen pea soup. The light of the moon was her only company. Liesel chipped away at the green, soup-sized popsicle with the wooden spoon, specifically reserved for Watschens. There was no way she could break even a single piece off and into her angry tummy.
Then there was the sound of a window latch coming undone, lifting up and quietly closing. Liesel turned around, it could only be one intruder. Rudy Steiner.
"Hey." He said.
Liesel merely nodded her head, greeting him with silence.
"I brought some apples." The boy said, offering a lonely red apple.
His reward was a smile.
Liesel walked over to the boy. Winter was still fresh upon his breath made apparent by his wheezing.
"Saukerl. This is only one and you even bit it too."
The boy shrugged guiltless.
Their hands touched as one thief gave to another. Her stomach did an unexpected flip.
Liesel paused for a moment only for her tummy to growl very loud at her.
She felt no shame. Rudy was always known to be hungry, he wouldn't judge her.
Without a word, Liesel turned on her heel toward the direction of the basement. Rudy automatically followed.
Sometime later after the book thief had long since eaten her apple; she had tried to ignore the heat of Rudy's never ending gaze.
Liesel studied her book.
Rudy studied her face.
Liesel hid behind her fiction.
Rudy had nothing to hide.
He did all of this with a small smirk on his face. He wasn't aware of his own cockiness, but would probably still do it even if he had known.
"You wrote about me?" He asked.
Liesel nodded.
"What did you say?"
"Not much." She replied.
Rudy sucked his teeth, disappointed in such a vague answer. If he had written a book, she would practically be the entire thing.
"I want to kiss." Rudy said to no one in particular.
The basement was silent beside the sound of Liesel scrawling in her book.
"Who do you want to kiss?" Liesel asked even though she probably knew the answer.
"Just you."
Liesel put down her quill and looked into his tired, blue eyes. He was drifting away to a warmer place, but she was painfully awake. She wanted to kiss him too. It wasn't just hunger that made her hurt like this.
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
Kiss me!
Her heart said, but her mouth didn't. She wished her mouth could say it.
Disclaimerr: I don't own The Book thief sorry..