The Great Divide
He'd lingered in Berlin for a year before he'd finally began to grasp the guttural tongue surrounding him.
For the most part,Berliners passed him unnoticed through the city. He blended in quite well, a young, dark haired man who looked vaguely Germanic, but his startled grey eyes betrayed him as American.
For the most part the young mans thoughts raced too swiftly to grasp the culture around him, but now they gradually shifted into German.
"Wo bist du? Wo bist du?" he murmured softly to himself. He quickly muttered the translation to solidify the meaning within his head: Where are you? Where are you?"
She'd lured him here long ago, yet time grinded to a halt for this young man.
Alle Uhren bleiben stehen. All the clocks stand still.
She'd lured him into this ancient city. He'd only seen her face and swaying blonde hair via webcam, only spoken to her through chats and texts. She proved more than enough to lure him from the sweltering clutches of Texas.
Ich liebe dich!" she's whispered, and quickly muttered a translation. "I love you. Komm find mich. Come find me. So allien will ich nicht sein. I do not want to be so alone. "
Thus, he'd uprooted his life and booked the first plane to Berlin.
Perhaps he misunderstood or mistranslated her thick accent. Perhaps she'd lied to him for reasons he could never understand.
"Ich liebe dich nicht. Ich liebe dich nicht mehr," he growled to himself, pushed through the crowd and watched his breath curl from his mouth like the smoke of a dragon.
A year ago, as he arrived as her apartment, shocked deluged him once he found the apartment standing vacant.From then on he searched for her within the face of everyone he encountered.Within every theater, park, street, restaurant...
Ich such dich unter jedem Stein. Wo bist du? I search for you under every stone, where are you?
Today proved no different for the young man. Another day wandering the streets in search of her. His heart seethed in anger, but his eyes searched in desperation.
At the end of the day he completed his journey by glaring at the ruins of the Berlin Wall. Berlin once existed as a city divided, just as the young mans hewn heart.
Today he found no faces that resembled that of his beloved,and he trudged back to his miserable excuse for a room. He faced another night in solitude as the fierce Berlin cold seeped through the window.
"If I should wake before I die, than let me wake in a bed, not a coffin. Falls ich aufwachen sollte bevor ich sterbe, lass mich in einem Bett aufwachen, nicht im Sarg," he sighed as his body sank into sleep.
In the nightstand drawer he kept a small, jagged knife. It was the only company he possessed to soothe his loneliness.
A final repetition of his newfound language echoed throughout his head. " Ich schlaf mit einem Messer ein. Wo bist du? Wo bist du? I fall asleep with a knife, where are you? Where are you? "
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