And so concludes my story... thing. I just had to add this to the end.
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A blonde man stood, stooped, in front of a small gravestone. A simple collection of small flowers, some new, some withering, suggested that he came often. Roxas lifted his head from where it had been bent in a contemplative way, and pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket.
"Look at this, Ax." He tossed it onto the gravestone with a manic laugh. "Do you know what it says?" He crouched down before the grave and gently ran his fingers across the words engraved in the stone. "It says that the American soldiers have given the people hope." He smiled bitterly. "They came to our town, our home, two days after you…" Roxas shook his head.
"Wait for me Axel. I'll catch up eventually."
And so he turned his back on the gravestone that looked out over the German city from a small hill to the east.
Axel
1921 – 1945
Hoffnung