It's been 65 years since it happened. Prussia actually dissolved. He wasn't coming back. I cried as I looked at my calendar. I sat on my bed as I stared blankly at the ceiling.
I never got over it. I can still feel his cold body in my hands. His cold lips on mine.
I never was going to get over it.
I understand Alfred was just trying to protect me, but he didn't understand. Nobody understands.
I cry my self to sleep every year. February 25, the day of Prussia's death. The day my soul was truly gone.
He died today, 65 year's ago.
And with him, he took my heart.