Sparkling grey,
In my own veins.
Any more than a whisper,
Any sudden movement of my heart.
And I know, I know I`ll have to watch them pass away
Weak, weary Kroenen crawls out of the hole he spent the last 2 months in. Hungry, thirsty and so very abandoned... He feels left alone. She had just ignored his screams for help, had left him helpless, alone... ,Get home...' he thinks, starting to walk a few steps on his broken legs. They give in from time to time, making him sink down to the ground, arching his back in pain. Rain is pouring heavily on his back, until his gear is soaking wet and ice cold. "Ilsa..." he whispers, his voice barely audible. His heart clenches with painful memories.
Just get through this day
He had done everything for her. He had thrown his whole life aside just to be with her. And she simply had used him. Shaking heavily, his legs trembling terribly from time to time, he marches through the Russian snow. ,Just walk on' Karl keeps on telling himself. Kneeling down again, he allows his body to rest for a short moment. Taking a look around, his eyes focus a rather small, obviously female shape in the darkness. ,Could it be her?' As fast as possible, he gets up, hurrying towards the shadow under these foreign, Russian stars. Homesick, weary, he approaches the figure, reaching out for it and... taking hold of it's coat. "Let me go, you fucking bast... Oh my god..."
Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way, and lose myself, not today
That`s too much guilt to pay
"I got you..." Shocked, perplex, Ilsa stares at the skinny, worn-out Kroenen in front of her. "I thought... but... you were dead! Oh my... Karl..." She throws herself into his arms, waiting for him to responde to her embrace. But instead, the only feeling she recieves is shivering. Shaking with surpressed sobs. "I did everything... I love you..." he whispers. Expecting him to be crying, Ilsa takes a look at his face. But there are no tears. Only ice cold eyes and a cruel grin, filled with unresponded love, lost hopes, forgotten dreams and endless pain. Before she is able to react, his hand hits her cheek hard, making her stumble back and fall to her knees. "You told me you loved me! I believed!"
Sickened in the sun
You dare tell me you love me
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I`d never hurt you that way
He stares at her, grinning, but unhappy. He never had intended to hurt her... There is so much love to give her, there are so many things to say, so much life to live together with her. At her side. She glances at him, crying, a dark bruise forming on her cheek. "Why have you done that? WHY?" But he just looks at her. Cruel. Grinning. Slowly he walks towards her, kneeling down before her and forcing her to look at his face.
"You`re just so pretty in your pain..."
His mouth tells: I love you.
His hand told: I hate you.
His eyes tell: I will never leave you.
His heart says: You hurt me...