Life After Death
- Author's Note: This story is set directly after the movie, Churchill the Hollywood Years. This is a one/shot about Eva and Wuffles, her dog, after the war. Please I'm asking you very nicely, do not complain about how bad a person Hitler was and that I should not be supporting him. I must inform you that I'm not supporting Hitler, but Antony Sher from the movie. Thank you everyone, and enjoy.
A sleeping figure rustles the bed linens noisily while swinging an arm over the bed. Bright blue eyes flutter open beneath dark lashes. Eva lifts her head, shaking her curly locks into place.
She peers down at a bundle of fur lying on the cold wooden floor. Ears perk up from the bundle, followed by a head. Soon a little dog is standing is place of the heap of fur. The dog moans slightly and sinks down to the floor.
"I know, Wuffles. I miss him too." A soft voice tells the dog.
Eva leans over and takes a sip of water from a cold glass. She sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, reminiscing perhaps, but her attention is regained by a sharp bark of a dog. Eva hushes Wuffles and makes her way to the bathroom.
She pours warm water into a bowl; her delicate fingers trace the golden taps of the sink. Eva sighs and removes a soft cloth from the cabinet and dips it into the water.
Her piercing blue eyes meet her own reflection in the dusty mirror. Her complexion was pale, as it always was. Her rosy lips complemented her porcelain face. And her eyes, Adolf always loved them. She had to admit, her eyes were stunning. They could put a man under a spell by merely gazing into them.
Eva's lips curled slightly into a smile, but it soon vanished again. She glanced to the corner of the room. A heap of material covered the chair. She stealthily walked toward the chair, reaching out to touch the smooth clothes. Eva's hand clutched her boyfriend's favorite outfit. She remembered that night when she put it on, in attempt to help cheer him up. 'He always seemed so unhappy. All I wanted was to see him smile again.'
A tear stained her pale cheek and slid down her jawbone. She was a wreck without him, Eva loved him so. And now he was gone, most likely dead. It didn't matter, he no longer loved her, so he could be alive…but it would make no difference.
Tears filled Eva's deep blue eyes and rolled down her face. She let out a subtle cry and tried effortlessly to strip her face of tears.
She glanced back at the mirror to find a figure behind her, looking much like Charlie Chaplin. A smile stretched across the man's face as he removed his hat and placed it on the chair. .
"You know, Eva. I always thought you looked alright in my favorite outfit."
A delicate hand clasped over her mouth as she cried aloud. Eva spun around to find him. The man whom she thought no longer returned her love. The man whom she thought had been killed in the war.
"Adolf."