Post by lisawieserman1941 on Dec 13, 2009 0:06:13 GMT
Pacing back and forth away from Dieter's comforting hand, a stern look opposed her fragile emotions that had minutes ago marked her features in a divided thirst. She forced out that clinging mood molded into desperation much like any soldier would, leaving those of whom they cared for behind, while war stifled the coupling of its young combatants or permanently mocked it's ever coming to pass as death lingered on the battlefield to claim the unfortunate.
"You have no idea what it has been like for me, do you...the unbearable isolation I braved for years?" Lisa posed the question, her voice gravitating into a flat tone, stripped of her humanity.
"To just have a friend be by my side...Once German soldiers whom I met and befriended were ordered to avoid me? There has been no one like you, Dieter. Not even a companion of my own sex to talk to, to trust in, to engage in social travels with," she solemnly commented, her eyes searching the trees for any inkling of a future relieved of the torment of being left alone lost in running thoughts one could not control.
Three years painted its dreary months and days like a pile of wood ready for kindling, to be destroyed by the flames that would grant one in her place any source of warmth void of a person's connection. Lisa grew old in spirit since the second of world wars trespassed in her time. Her outside youth was only a facade, a lovely picture to gaze upon, but not to touch under penalty of heartbreak.
"I will go with you to that cabin. But we will just talk. I can not bear any affection from you which would catapult me into the hope I had severed from my dreams since we first left. You have your war to fight, and I have mine, behind the alleyways where criminals such as me stir."
While saying that, the sole American partisan wiped the tears which had now dried up into a barren abdication. The grief she stood against, exposed her weakness to the Corporal. Lisa lost face giving into her womanhood's aspirations. Offering Dieter a brief nod, she went to pick up her rifle, slinging it behind her right shoulder ready to march into a consecutive sequence of destitute despondency that only the thrill of sabotage unlinked from its tentative grasp.
"You go then...I must be off as well...See you on Saturday," Lisa confirmed with regret as the trade off. Yet she never showed up for their final meeting. The foreigner could not chance to lose herself again in his magnetic exchange, or forfeit her inner strength to live on.
"You have no idea what it has been like for me, do you...the unbearable isolation I braved for years?" Lisa posed the question, her voice gravitating into a flat tone, stripped of her humanity.
"To just have a friend be by my side...Once German soldiers whom I met and befriended were ordered to avoid me? There has been no one like you, Dieter. Not even a companion of my own sex to talk to, to trust in, to engage in social travels with," she solemnly commented, her eyes searching the trees for any inkling of a future relieved of the torment of being left alone lost in running thoughts one could not control.
Three years painted its dreary months and days like a pile of wood ready for kindling, to be destroyed by the flames that would grant one in her place any source of warmth void of a person's connection. Lisa grew old in spirit since the second of world wars trespassed in her time. Her outside youth was only a facade, a lovely picture to gaze upon, but not to touch under penalty of heartbreak.
"I will go with you to that cabin. But we will just talk. I can not bear any affection from you which would catapult me into the hope I had severed from my dreams since we first left. You have your war to fight, and I have mine, behind the alleyways where criminals such as me stir."
While saying that, the sole American partisan wiped the tears which had now dried up into a barren abdication. The grief she stood against, exposed her weakness to the Corporal. Lisa lost face giving into her womanhood's aspirations. Offering Dieter a brief nod, she went to pick up her rifle, slinging it behind her right shoulder ready to march into a consecutive sequence of destitute despondency that only the thrill of sabotage unlinked from its tentative grasp.
"You go then...I must be off as well...See you on Saturday," Lisa confirmed with regret as the trade off. Yet she never showed up for their final meeting. The foreigner could not chance to lose herself again in his magnetic exchange, or forfeit her inner strength to live on.
