'You might feel like I'm always lecturing you, but it's just conversation'.
The battlefield was cold and dark. The crys of innocent children could be heard from gassing chambers from concentration camps not to far away. The smell of blood and a Germans regret clung to the air; much like an old, distant friend Ludwig once had would cling to him.
'Oh well'
Ludwig knew not where that person was; he hadn't since this damn war started. The war that took the lives of thousands of people. Makeing Ludwig feel like an absolute monster. But he didn't care. He didn't want that friend-the only light in Ludwig dull, darkening life-to know how much of a monster he was.
'I make a grim face sometimes, but that's because it's cold'
Yet it worried him.
Yes, he didn't want his dear friend-his ONLY friend-to see the monster Hitler had made of him, but...
He needed his light. So bad. He needed it so bad!
Ludwig needed those big, bright, amber eyes that opened only for him. That fiery hair that always seemed untamed. The kind face that was always smiling, warming Ludwig's heart. The soft, frail hand in his own, giving him meaning to life.
Yet that hand slipped away. Leaving the German to face himself alone. He was lonely.
'Einsamkiet'
'Einsamkiet'
'Einsamkiet'
'I want to be found...'
But what bothered him the most was that his light-his perfect, little light- wasn't the superior race. If he was found, he would be killed. That fact ate the German from the inside out. If his little light died, his world would surround him with darkness darker than black. He wouldn't have a reason to live.
The German kicked the dirt, cursing angrily to himself and clutching his gun close. He could hear absurd coughing and panting near by.
'I want my heart to be set free; if you were here, it could'
He approached the body where the noise was coming from, looking down upon it. It took him a few moments to realize how familiar the blue uniform was on the petit, little body, aside from dried blood stains.
The body huffed and coughed up a bit of blood, causing Ludwig to worry. Was this who he thought it was? Ludwig knelt beside the body and tilted its head up by the chin. Suddenly, his world brightened
"Fe...Felicaino..." he whispered in shock. He found his light. It may have been broken, but he would heal it. Ludwig could at least promise that.
'I can now,'
Felicaino opened his eyes weakly, then they started to water when he saw who was in front of him. The person who gave him meaning to life; who Felicaino thought had thrown him away in the rage of war. "L...Ludwig!" He couldn't help but be filled with joy, aside from the various wounds he had earned.
,'be myself'
Ludwig's face broke out in a smile as he sat the boy up. His eyes reared up and he held him close, cradling him in his arms and whispering sweet nothings, which he remembered Felicaino loved, in his ear.
'To be strong'
"Ich liebe dich, mein little light..." Ludwig whispered softly.
Felicaino began crying tears of joy, clutching Ludwig's uniform jacket and takeing in the sent.
"Ti Amo troppo, Ludwig!" Felicaino answered happily.
'I will stay'
They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity, not saying a single word. They didn't need to. The embrace they shared said it all. They loved each other dearly with all of their heart, and nothing, not even the angst of war, could take that away from them.
Ludwig's light had returned and he wasn't going to let it go ever again. No matter what, he would stay with Felicaino and Felicaino would stay with him. They were all each other needed in their life, so they would keep it and hold it dear. Forever.
'Einsamkiet'
