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Over the course of three weeks, Len's life seemed to have changed completley.

He was happy to be alive, a thing which seemed nearly impossible to achieve given the location he was in. The conditions at the Camp never got any better, but Len found that he was able to smile again as he was rudely awakened from his dreams, a small smile meant for no one but himself. Of coure, the Nazi had taken this for cheek and smack Len a good one across the face, but Len found he didn't really mind. They could beat him into the ground and he wouldn't feel a thing.

Len attempted to keep in good spirits, but it wasn't always easy. He had been so tired one evening after speaking with the girl again, but sleep would not come for him. He had nearly laughed from the irony of the situation as he had slumped against tha wall, the girl's letters in his arms. He had read a letter of hers again and again, smiling slightly at the memory of her laughter.

Hello again, Len,

I wish I could write as well as you do. I get distracted most of the time, and I'll go off about things that don't really matter. You, though, seem to always write exactly what you mean to say. I think if I could write like that I would save a lot of ink! I just wanted to say that I don't care that you're Jewish, or if you are poorer than me, or if we live in different worlds. You are my friend, and I will not ever think of you the way the soldiers on your sside of the fence do. I promise, okay? So you always remember, Len, that no matter what happens, there is someone on the other side of the fence who is thinking about you and cares about you. That someone is me!

Len stood in front of her the next day, thanking her profusley in his native Polish. He saw her look a little confused as she heard him speak and said something lightly in German that sounded like a question.

Len, wishing for the umpteenth time that he spoke German, gestured for her to take a seat on the grass while he wrote a letter. He knew it had been risky, but he had stolen about three sheets of paper for the occasion. His expression turned focused as he wrote.

Dear friend,

I wanted to thank you very much for your letter to me yesterday. I can't tell you how much it meant to me. I've been alone the past year in this place, and now that I have a friend, I feel like I can be happy again. Thank you, thank you, for listening to me. i can't even fully express how gratefull I am with words. Also, i wanted to ask-are you okay yourself? You have looked a little pale the past few days. I'm a little worried about you. If you have any problems, please tell me.

Len

Satisfied with the note, Len folded it and sent it sailing over the fence, like a small white bird. The girl caught it perfectly and unfolded it to read. while she was reading, Len sat as well so the two of them were eye level with one another. He watched her face while she read, and for a moment, Len thought she looked sad. This worried him. He didn't want her to be sad!

After she had finished reading she looked at him, blushing at the realization he had been looking at her the whole time. She smiled the smile that Len loved so and shook her head. She said something in German, her voice taking on a dismissave tone. More likely than not, she was telling him she was fine. Len raised an eyebrow, but said nothing back.

The girl looked a little distressed at is lingering suspicion, but soon brought out an apple she had been concealing from her parent and slipped it under the fence. Len eagerly accepted it, and bit into the ripe fruit with relish. Rin giggled at his enthusiasm and he grinned back. He watched her begin writing another letter to him interestedly as he chewed the crisp apple. After she gently tossed it over the fence, Len caught it, unfolded it, and began to read.

Len,

I was wondering about something. You don't have to answer if it's too sad for you, but I just wondered. Did your mother ever sing any sons to you in Polish? From the times I've heard you speak it, it sounds like a melodious launguage. If she did, will you sing it for me, please?

Len smiled when he read her question and looked up from the paper. He returned her smile and nodded, straigtening up as he began to sing the old Polish lullaby his mother used to sing.

Whe he had finished, Rin's eyes were shining. This made Len grow a bit red. She said something in German, just one word. Nearly a whisper. Len's blush increased as he flipped over her letter to write back.

It's a little hard for me to translate into German. I think it's about..How do you put it..Sad? Sorrow! It's a song about sorrow.

Len sent this over the fence and Rin hastily wrote back.

Len, it was beautiful. One of the prettiest songs I've ever heard. Thank you so much for singing it for me. Also, can I have your apple core to take back with me? I like planting seeds, even if they don't end up growing.

Len grinned at her question. He hadn't known that she liked to do that, but when he thought about it, it seemed like something she would enjoy. He picked up the core and lifted a wire of the fence delicatley, as not to scratch himself on the sharp barbs. Rin was reaching to take to core when Len heard her cry out.

In her attempt to reach through, she had cut herslf on one of the barbs. A shallow but long scratch now resided on her forearm. It wasn't deep at all, but it was bleeding. Len's eyes widened in dismay and he reached out to take her hand.

The moment the two made contact, their eyes met, both slightly wide with shock. It was the first time the two had touched, and Len's heart skipped a beat in the moment. He could already feel a small blush creeping onto his face, mirorring hers. She watched him, her expression nearly impossible for him to identify. Her blue eyes seemed almost gaurded as she observed him. Len swallowed nervously and averted his eye to the scrape.

Just as he had suspected, it was long but shallow. The crimson blood stood out like fireworks against her pale skin. Len would have torn off a bit of his shirt to try and bandage it-it was ripping anyway-but looking at the dirtied fabric, he decided sheepishly that it wouldn't be very sanitary. The only worry Len had about the cut was the fact that she had scratched it on the barbed wire. The metal was old and dirty, and Len prayed she would not get an infection.

Len looked up again as his friend gently squeezed his hand. The girl was smiling at him, but it somehow seemed different than the ones she ussually gave him. It seemed...If Len could put a word to it..Softer than ussual. Gental, sort of a reassurance. She said something quietly in German, her voice warm and reassuring. And Len, without even knowing what she had told him, understood.

He knew.

It was with this understanding, this unspoken agreement between the two, that drove Len to look down at the girl's forearm, his expression turning just slightly more somber as he inclined his head and gently pressed his lips to the cut that marred her pale skin.

Len withdrew almost as quickly as he had drawn nearer, shocked by his on actions. Had he lost his mind? He had no right whatsoever. Even if he did love her, this angel on the opposite side of the fence, he had no place to do this. He was momentarily furious with himself for even considering such a thing.

Then their eyes met once again, and all traces of doubt were permanently removed from his mind.

Her eyes shone with an entirely new sort of happiness as the two gazed at one another, both searching for the same thing. She drew her hand back through the fence, slowly this time as not to hurt herself once again, never taking her eyes from his. She looked down at the cut, the same place Len's lips had been mere seconds before, and a sort of wonder filled her face. She looked at him again, her expression a mix of so many things. Sadness, confusion, love and profound longing all resided in her eyes, and Len wondered if his own were the same.

Then, she closed her eyes and lifted her arm to her lips, in the exact same spot Len's had been moments before, as if she wee trying to breach the space between them by this action alone.

With this motion, Len's entire being filled with warmth. He felt as though he was standing at the small fireplace he had owned back at home, even though the weather outside was actually chilly, signaling fall was on the way. He smiled at the girl and she smiled back, each not even bothering to go for their paper. They knew.

"I love you." Len whispered in his native Polish.

The girl's smile grew at the sound of his voice and she blushed.

The apple core lay dismally beside Len, all but forgotten.