HELLO ALL: I know I am a terrible person sorry that's just who I am BUT thank you to those who wrote reviews that finally made me get up and finish this story. I am very happy with the ending but here is the deal. I have a bunch of other stories I will like publish (oneshots) of Liesel and Rudy together AFTER this story so if that's you thing look forward to it. I also have a couple other stories focused more on the book, ONLY oneshots no more chapter thing because I suck at updating so once again I am so sorry it took me so long to FINSIH but I DID!

Evening was beginning to fall over the land, it was twilight the time of day when the whole world seamed to quiet, when it felt as though anything was possible, and everything is real. The sky was deep a silken blue like that found on the beds of kings and queens.

Liesel sat in her bedroom windowsill; she loved the windowsills of the grand house and she often sat in them especially when the quiet summer breeze beckoned. I watched as she sat there a shadow of herself thinking of Rudy, as she always did. His voice in her head memories reeling like the propaganda films she had been made to watch during the war.

Possible Considerations

It is possible to live completely inside yourself and Liesel had mastered this

It had been days since she had slept in the library and the hope that she had felt had disappeared

I watched as she looked down at the soft grass two stories below, she leaned out a little further but grasped the sill tightly when she began to slip. Her suffering should have stopped amazing me but every now and then it still catches me by surprise. How does she carry on? She sighs and turns her head to the moon her dark eyes reflecting its light back perfectly as she remembers and it is there on the windowsill she finds enough solace in her soul to drift out of consciousness.

Rudy stood in the hospital thin, but healthy his father beside him, he had been overjoyed to see his father and relieved to see that he was alright. After their reunion the question that had been beating in his soul came to the surface. Where is Liesel? His father looked at him surprise in his eyes, he had known the two young ones had been close but his son was older now, a man by all standards what did he want with the little Himmel street girl.

Of course he didn't know the story of the book thief and Jesse Owens as we do and he could not have comprehended the love that can stem from the power of a childhood friendship. He did not know where Liesel was, he did not know if Liesel was alive but someone did.

The nurse had stepped forward her hair frazzled and tears glistening on her checks to have once again witnessed happiness. And from her mouth, the mouth that had told him of his father came words Rudy would never forget,

"I meant to tell you before I left to fetch your father, there was one survivor of the bombing that night, she made by some mistake of being in her basement. I don't know her name but she lives with Ilsa."

Isn't funny the power words have? Doesn't confound you, astound you what words can do, what humans can do with words. In my line of work words are not much, I prefer (as you well know) colors, but to human words are power words are everything. They can bring pain that shatters a soul or joy that overwhelms it. Liesel knew the power, the Fuhrer knew and so did other irrelevant to the story.

He had been overcome, he wanted out of the hospital, now. He must see her is all he would say but his body denied him and in his struggle to overcome his father and the nurses to reach the door he had exhausted himself and fallen back to sleep. Upon waking he found his father still maintaining a vigilant post at his bedside.

He sat up and looked around, smiling at his father, the nurses and nearby patients. He stood and walked over to the bathroom dressed and returned to his bed. He turned to his father then,

"I am going to see her today. Do you think you could get the release information from the nurse?"

His father had looked at him and slowly a smile came over his face. What a man his young boy had become, he remembered when he had been in love and admired his son's level headiness.

"I'll see to it son." He said rising and placing his newspaper on the uncomfortable looking chair on which he had been perched.

And it is here that we find Rudy standing in the middle of the hospital bay his father smiling by his side with direction to Ilsa's house though Rudy didn't need them. He strode out the door his father on his heels and his soul screamed to Liesel "I am almost there!"

I really didn't have the time to be watching the whole affair but what real choice did I have? When a got to Liesel the sky was a deep gray soft and hazy a lazy sky that would blossom to the full blue of a German summer day. Liesel woke with a start

Liesel's First Observation on the Day that would Change her Life

"I can't feel my toes"

And indeed she could not which I have discovered tends to happen to humans that spend an entire night on the edge of a windowsill. If I was human though in the circumstance in which Liesel had found herself my first thought would have likely been a thanks to some higher power that I was still on the windowsill.

Liesel leaned back and dropped on to her bed and tiredly massaged her bruised and blood deprived legs. When her circulation resumed she lay on the bed and admired the brightness of the sun and slowly moved her head back and forth playing with the bright patterns the sun's rays left in her vision.

Her mind began to wonder and she turned inside listen to her mama and papa and the tales of Himmel Street on the record of her heart. Rudy's voice began to rise above the hum of her memories and she tuned them out to hear it; it was a rare occasion when her mind was able to recreate his sound so clearly

"Is she here? Is she alright"

And then Ilsa's familiar voice joined Rudy's,

"She's here but she is not the same as she was Rudy, the bombing really hit her, so did the fact she doesn't know if you alive or dead."

"Please, can I please see her, I just need to see her and then I leave if that is what she would like."

What an odd conversation, what an odd conversation, what an….

Liesel sat up, "odd conversation" she whisper quietly to herself

and then she was flying rushing moving faster than she had thought she remembered how, flying down the stairs in her tattered and much too short nightie. When she reached the bridge overlooking the entrance she froze as she looked upon the face of the boy who was so much the same and so different, she ghosted down the stairs in disbelief unaware that the room had gone silent and when she arrived at the bottom she stood starring.

Rudy starred back, he did not think that he had ever seen a more beautiful thing in all his life than the pale skinny and very much exposed young lady standing in front of him. I watched as Ilsa and Alex did, bystanders to something far greater than one could imagine. It was then as if she had been shocked Liesel bounded forward jumping up in a highly disapproved fashion and wrapping her legs around Rudy before burying her face in his neck. He felt the hot tears wet his collar and the sobs that wracked her frame.

Not caring of the embarrassed looks coming from the adults, Rudy comforted her whispering sweet nothings in her ears until he had said one sweet nothing that was not nothing.

"How about a kiss saumensch?"

And her lips were on his and it seemed as though his tongues disappeared inside her mouth as if he needed some part of her to breathe. Their hunger to live, their hunger for each other was so frightening and powerful to watch it made the adults turn away. They would forever tell stories of the reunion.

And when they broke apart Liesel's hands tangled in Rudy's hair, their foreheads touching it seemed that with each exchange of breath they grew stronger. It was then that I really had to leave for my job could not wait but I did return.

Later that night when a full moon filled the sky and world was quiet I found them tangled together in her bed wide awake staring at each the moon reflecting in their eyes.

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