LittleCherryBlossom26

“Jules, je te présente Karl.” Jules, let me introduce you Karl. The guy was young, he must have been his age. He had brown hair and a light stubble. “Enchanté. Nice to meet you.” His accent was funny. It was nothing similar to the English one, and it wasn’t quite like the Danish one, but it was definitely closer to the Danish one. “Nice to meet you too.” He noticed how they had trouble making the long ‘E’ as well. This pronunciation didn’t exist in Danish. He was under

@scrubber6620I know right 😞 But George needs time to deal with his feelings, accept them and make peace with hismelf

Dear Margaret, I hope that you, your husband, your parents, Paul and Emma are doing well. I really hope the bombings will soon stop. Are you still living with your parents? If I can go back soon, I’d like to help you find a new home. I miss you all dearly. I slowly learn to adapt to my new life here. It’s nice to find other Danes here, but it hurts at the same time. They remind me of home and how I can’t be there. Bu at least I know I’m not alone. Learning all these new things

Time passed, but nothing changed. The pain was still the same, and so was the void in his heart. He had trouble sleeping at night. But he didn’t stray away from his goal. He knew why he was there. He still wouldn’t give up and return to be with the Hopkins family, no matter how hard it was to adapt, no matter how much he missed them. He bit his lip hard as he was sitting on his bed in the dark, unable to get a bit of sleep. He tried not to think of him. But he would never be successful.

Another week passed, and he completely forgot that Mrs. Hopkins had asked him to write them a letter at least once a week… But he still wasn’t feeling confident enough to write anything on his own… If he asked Jørgen, he was sure he would gladly help him, but…he didn’t feel like asking him for help. It wasn’t against him at all. There was just that voice in the back of his mind that told him not to do it. But then who could he ask to help him? If he couldn’t ask Jørgen, he wo

@Anton_Cloche Well, actually, this second part is already all written (but not edited), so technically there is nothing preventing me from publishing one chapter each day 😕 Sorry, I think I created a kind of small misunderstanding 😅 I wouldn't have started publishing it if I hadn't finished writing it first. I'd rather wait as you said, it's much better in my opinion I'm really glad to read that this sotry is good so far 🥰 So thanks ❤️ Well, I guess I should still have waited to publish anyway, but it's so hard to find a beta reader, and especially an editor... The thing is, I'm having trouble with writing the third part. According to me, this is by far the hardest part to write, and not experiencing the writer's block would have surprised me a lot 😅

As each day passed, Karl and Jørgen grew closer to each other. “You know, about last time…we didn’t mean to make you feel sad…” “That’s okay. You can keep doing your thing every Friday night, I don’t want you to stop just because of me. I’ll have my moment of solitude, just like you.” Jørgen looked at him with a look that said he hadn’t been expecting me to say such kind of thing. Karl just smiled at him with such co

“You know, I don’t think lying is actually a good idea…the Lieutenant General is quite clever; he will never buy our lie… Besides, he knows this has already happened once. Thank God he didn’t catch you red-handed while you were fighting…” Karl knew he was right. He may have not known the ma as well as he did, but his intervention last time had been enough. “I don’t want you to lie for me anyway. It’s between me and that jerk. Neither you nor the others have anything to do with it.”

@Philippe Even though I am not an expert with flight grades or this kind of stuff, maybe unintentionally I wanted Kristian to be the one they would go to, and don't ask me why but I just see him fit so well as a Lt Gen, so maybe I should just slightly modify this bit of the chapter that would justify it more I guess 🤔😅

@scrubber6620So about the fight, sorry for the little inacurracy. I'm definitely not an expert in this field!! Thanks for letting me know Well, actually my wish was for Karl to become a pilot, although I agree it may be too much for a start... but, I don't know I mean, for me it just fits him so much better

How should he say it? Days here were different… And he couldn’t say that he missed his family now, not that he didn’t care about them anymore… But he missed the Hopkins family, he really did. Even George. Never had he thought that he would miss him like he did. But he imagined it was normal because what had happened was still recent, and he only needed more time to forget about him. There was no point denying it. It was hard to adapt, hard to take the courses he had to follow. Nev

Later that day, he found Jørgen in the mess hall, sitting at one of the tables. “So, how was your first day?” “Not as worse as yesterday.” His answer was met with a smile. He found some kind of relief in it. “What are you doing here?” “I like to have some time just with me and myself sometimes.” “You mean far from Dierk?” This made Jørgen laugh. “Yes, also. I mean I’m quite sociable but…a bit of solitude hasn’t got only bad sides. It can’t harm anyone.”

That Monday was his first day of training. He tried not to show how nervous he was feeling because it was something new, not such an easy thing to do… He left the room as soon as he got dressed in the most utter discretion, with the intention of avoiding any kind of interaction with anyone. The atmosphere was… awful. He wasn’t sure there was a right word to describe it. It was similar to when he had shared the room with George at first. It was something he would have preferred to avoid. His

That was it. This was the day he was finally leaving. His body wouldn’t stop aching, and his heartbeat wouldn’t slow down. His hands were all sweaty. There was nothing he could do to stop it. “Be careful, okay? And eat well, even if it is wartime, it is important. I will send you food packages every week. Stay warm, otherwise, you will catch a cold. And write at least once a week, because if you do not, it will—” “Margaret, please calm down.” “Yes, Arthur will be there to look aft

January 1941 After making his firm decision to go to war, Karl leaves for the Northolt RAF station in Greater London. This will be the beginning of a new adventure for him, in which he will meet new people, create new bonds, and try to learn more about who he really is. Through adversity, he will have to endure, hold on, always endure…

@raven1Thank you so much for the nice review and recommendation ❤️

@Philippe Richard? You mean Arthur? Yes, of course, there is a second book coming I should start publishing it soon enough

Today was a special day. What they called “Christmas”, and he believed it was the equivalent of their Danish Jul. Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins had accepted his decision to go to war. But they had agreed with him that he wouldn’t leave until New Year’s Day was over. It was their only condition and he had no problem with it. He could still wait for a few more days. He was aware he didn’t know when he would see them again. They were all gathered in the dining room for a nice meal. George hadn’t l

Yeah, that's what I thought

Well about the number 275, I completely chose it at random😅 But it will be much easier for him if he receives Danish help

Paul went to see George at the university. His parents had told him about Carl’s desire to join the war. He wouldn’t listen to anyone. Never had he thought he’d be so stubborn. He was mad. No one willingly went to war. George was the only one who could talk him out of this stupid decision. He couldn’t fail anyway. As soon as he laid eyes on him, he dragged him with him to a spot where they could have a private conversation. “What is it now?!” Paul definitely wasn’t in the mood to

Soon the snow was all over the place, covering everything with its beautiful white mantle. At least it concealed all the damage that had been caused, even though it didn’t enable anyone to forget. They were still staying at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins’s parents. They had been lucky that none of them had been hurt or killed, and that the house was still intact. But overnight, it could be destroyed. Karl wouldn’t let his illusions comfort him. He didn’t want to believe in anything

More time passed and Karl felt something had been changing lately. But for the better. His hormones weren’t getting the best of him any longer, although he still enjoyed whenever he took the lead during the sex act. Nothing had changed about their sexual routine ever since that first time. He relished in the warmth George brought to him, cherished these rare moments of peace they could share together. “You’re thinking about them?” They were lying in bed side to side as the sun h

They spent the whole night underground. The day was just dawning as they made their way back to the Hopkins’s house silently. Karl saw all the damage the bombs had caused that night. He still thought they would end up destroying the whole city and killing everyone if they kept bombarding it every night. At least they had stopped bombarding during the day, so maybe he shouldn’t be complaining too much. If they had kept bombarding day and night, it would have been twice as worse than that. Hi

@scrubber6620 Yeah, I realised I should have described the evolution of their relationship.. I'll have to edit this