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Live, Love, Lose - 58. Chapter 58
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 left yet. They had been avoiding each other, pretending the other didn’t exist, and this time Carl wouldn’t try to make a move, to make things better. It seemed that what had been broken between them could never be fixed.
“This will be the last time we are all together, so I want it to be a good memory for every one of us.”
Her words came from the bottom of her heart, but they weren’t enough to soothe the souls of those who had suffered so much already, lost, endured, broke down.
The tension was everywhere, filling the air and stifling everyone, ruining that peaceful moment that should have been only theirs. They should have been happy to be all together, but no one was smiling, no one was laughing, no one was talking. Yes, war wasn’t over, the bombings didn’t stop either. They were alive, in good health, unharmed; thanks to whatever miracle.
He just wished he could see them happy at least once before he left. He didn’t want to remember them being concerned and sad like his parents.
But the more he thought about it the more he felt they could never be happy again as long as the war wasn’t over. And even when it was finally over, he was sure it would take time to heal from all this violence for the city and its people. Maybe things would never be the same again.
They ate in silence. It was almost eerie. It seemed that small and casual talk had become meaningless and pointless. That there was just nothing left to be said as if they had already said everything they could say.
Karl could only hear the sound of his own breathing, but there was nothing soothing in it. And it wasn’t the first time it had happened.
That day seemed to be endless. It just ended up being like every normal day, one filled with doubts, hopelessness, and fear.
He hated the Germans with a burning passion for that.
As it was now late afternoon, George went upstairs, Paul and his grandfather moved into the living room to play chess while his grandmother went into the kitchen to make some tea. There were only him, Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins left.
“I’m sorry, Carl… I wish it could have been a much better day… one made of sweetness and warmth, one exception in all this madness and brutality.”
He didn’t want her to see her like that. Not again.
“Do not be sorry. It’s okay. It’s not easy.”
But he felt his words wouldn’t be enough. He moved from his seat and went to hug her. She engulfed him into her arms and held him tightly.
“This is the worst Christmas Day we have ever had…” she paused before she spoke again. “I just hope it won’t be the last,” she whispered.
There it was again…this awkward silence…he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He instinctively held her more tightly.
“I am sorry we did not make any effort. You deserve so much better.”
“Please, keep your mouth shut. I do not like it when you say such things. If you had forced yourself it would have not been natural, and I think it would have been worse than this oppressive silence.”
Mrs. Hopkins didn’t reply.
“Come,” his wife said after a few moments of silence.
Next thing he knew he was hugging them both. Karl really liked these kinds of hugs. It was like saying ‘as long as I’m here, I’ll protect you’. It felt good. It seemed he hadn’t been hugged like that in ages. Yet, he felt that there was something missing. Something he needed.
“Oh my…” he heard Mrs. Hopkins’s mother say.
She called Paul and her husband. And quickly after he could hear footsteps getting near.
“This is so heart-warming; a real family picture.”
Her husband hummed in agreement.
It was silent afterwards. He presumed they were still observing them.
“This is such a shame he will not be staying here with us.”
“Mother, he can hear and understand what you say.”
“I was talking to your father.”
They pulled away after a while, and Karl felt he didn’t have the strength or will to say or do anything. He could only look down in concern.
“Oh, wait! Before I forget, there is something I want to give to you,” Mrs. Hopkins suddenly said before she stood up from her seat and left the room. To go where? He had no idea.
She came back after a little while with something in her hands. It looked like a package. Yes, it was.
“This is not much, but it was made with love.”
She handed it to him, and he observed it carefully, wondering what it could be.
“Look at him, he is so intrigued,” Mrs. Hopkins’s mother sounded somehow amused as he said that.
He ended up taking it after a few more seconds and unwrapped it. He smiled as he discovered what it was. It was a knitted jumper, made of a nice dark blue colour. It looked thick and warm.
“This isn’t what you wear in the RAF, Mum. I don’t think he will need it there.”
“But they do not wear a uniform all the time, do they?”
Karl really loved it. It was just a mere piece of clothing, but it meant so much more to him.
“Thank you.”
She smiled at him, that soft and warm smile that he liked so much. He hugged her again, and of course, she hugged him back.
“I am glad that you like it.”
He could feel his eyes were starting to get a bit wet.
He remembered that soon he would be gone. It would be the same again, he would be far from a familiar environment with people he wouldn’t know, not as far as the first time, but still. No, at least one of them was Paul’s friend, so this would be much less bad.
He wasn’t afraid. The blood of his Viking ancestors ran through his veins.
He was ready to face the destiny that was awaiting him.
So this is the last chapter for this first part!!
I'd just like to thank all of you for sticking to this story so far! It really means the whole world to me and every known planet of this galaxy 🥰💕
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Take care ❤️
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