"Talking"

Thinking

'Planing'

Prepare your feels.

Gilbert awoke the next morning to the sound of guards yelling. How the hell can you have enough energy to start yelling at 4 am? I can barely talk this was still sleeping peacefully in his bunk until a guard came and flipped his bad excuse for a bed over.

"Get up, Dummkopf!" the guard shouted at him. Antonio quickly got to his feet. The guard gave him a look of disgust before walking away.

"What's his problem?" Gilbert asked.

"Not sure, but we should get in line before he comes back and starts to yell."

They lined up in a straight line and waited to see who would be taken away. Gilbert wasn't really listening to the numbers of who was being called. He never did. It wasn't until Antonio nudged his side that he started listening.

"Gilbert, they aren't just calling the people that can't work. They are calling anyone!"

"Why?"

"The camps are getting too full of people, so they have to start killing younger people to make space," a random person next to them said. Gilbert swallowed hard. This meant that he could be chosen to be killed at any time.

"Number XXXXXX!" the general called out. Gilbert froze where he was. That was Antonio. That was Antonio's number.

Antonio was about to be gassed.

He looked at Antonio. He was too shocked to do anything. His best friend was about to be killed and he couldn't do a single thing about it. Antonio had tears in his eyes as he stepped out of the line and began walking to the line with the others about to be killed.

No! It can't be true! Maybe the general is lying. He is always being cruel to us. Antonio is not about to die.

He grabbed Antonio's hand and tried to keep him from going, but a guard stepped between them. Gilbert tried to reason with him.

"Listen kid, I don't make the orders. I just follow them. I can't do anything about it," the guardsaid pushing them apart.

The guards led the prisoners away from the others. Gilbert looked back at Antonio and mouthed 'I'm sorry'. Before he could say anything else, a guard pushed Antonio and a few others into a chamber and closed it.

"I'm so sorry Antonio," Gilbert said as tears steamed down his face.

Gilbert skipped breakfast and just sat on ground in the corner of the room. He was too upset to eat anything. His best friend was dead. He had no other person, besides the blue eyed boy, that he could talk with or enjoy being. No one to joke around with. No one to talk to when he was upset. He was lost in his thoughts until the general began yelling.

"Okay, maggots. Get to work. You just might get killed today if you dont work." the general yelled. Gilbert got a shovel and dragged it to a shot to dig. It was like any other day of work, but he didn't have his buddy next to him to talk about ways to annoy the general and guards.

It was about midday when he decided to go see if his blue eyed friend was waiting for him. The boy was just sitting on a rock just outside the gate. He was drawing in his sketch pad. He looked up at Gilbert and smiled and scribbled something in his pad, tore it out and folded it. It took a few tries before he threw it over the fence.

'Where is Antonio?'

Gilbert's eyes started tearing up at the thought of Antonio. He pulled out the pen that he stole from a guard a while ago and wrote down as much as could about what happened. He folded up the plane and throw it over the fence.

Ludwig opened the plane wondering why Gilbert was looking so sad as wrote the message. He immediately understood why as soon as he opened the plane and read it.

'They killed him.'

Ludwig knew that Antonio and Gilbert were really close, so he tried to comfort Gilbert. He took a deep breath and walked closer to the gate. I'm just going to make him feel worse. I'm so awkward when it comes to comforting people. He took a deep breath. It would be horrible if he made a fool of himself the first time he actually talked to Gilbert.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Antonio was a good person, so I'm sure he's in a better place now." Gilbert sat stunned at what he just witnessed. The boy had never actually talked to him before.

His voice sounds so soothing. It's deep, but very calming. And his eyes are such a nice blue color. They are just like my mom's. At the thought of his mom, he began to tear up again.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry even more! I was just-"

"It's okay. I was just thinking about something else."

"Oh, what was it?''

"I was thinking about my mom. I miss my parents even if they didn't really try to keep the nazis from taking me from my home." It made Ludwig upset to think that Gilbert's parents didn't really try to keep their son.

" I didn't really now my mom. She died giving birth to me. I've only seen her in pictures. I'm pretty sure she was nice." The two boys just sat and enjoyed each other's presence for a while until Ludwig decided to let Gilbert know what has been on his mind for a while.

"Gilbert, I just wanted you to know that I love you." At these words, Gilbert's eyes snapped open and he looked at Ludwig. He could barely find the words to respond to Ludwig.

"W-what I mean was t-that I really enjoy spending time with you a-and things like that. I think I should go now. It's getting late!" Ludwig quickly gathered his things and ran before Gilbert could respond.

Ludwig ran off not knowing that one of the prison guards listened to his entire conversation with Gilbert.

Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry, but it had to be done. Please review and tell me what you think.