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Dearest There was a hazy, dim light in the bar, the kind of light one can only see when they should be asleep. The oil lamps were burning, the drunks were sleeping, and the young men in the corner were silent. Their conversation had started off like a tap gushing out water, filling the cup until it overflowed and left pools of water on the table. It was needless to say that the topic had been politics – and that they all had the same view. Before long, the pipes froze and the tap managed a thin drizzle before drying up completely. Josef and Heinrich sat slumped over the table, their heads buried in their arms. Karl and Otto sat upright, not moving at all. The last of them however, was stretched out like a cat in the sun. His long limbs …show more content…

And there was something about the light, how it seemed to shimmer lazily before his eyes like tears. He watched the smoke curl from his cigarette in a wisp of pale blue as it dissipated into the air and sunk silently into the heaving walls. Heinrich began to stir, strands of feathery brown hair falling over his eyes as he did so. He began to open his eye lids, only to panic and sit up so quickly he almost knocked a glass from the table. Klaus shushed him and cast a worried glance at Herr Peter, who luckily only twitched before falling still again. Heinrich sighed and put his head in his hands as if to mute a headache, “How late is it, Chris?” he groaned. “I’d say around four” “Is it snowing outside?” “Yes” “How much?” “I don’t know” “How can you know it’s been snowing if you don’t know how much?” “I saw out the door as Josef left” “Josef left?” “Do you see him now?” “Bastard”. Klaus let out a small laugh that was as dainty as the fingers that held his cigarettes. Heinrich dropped his hands and smiled widely at Klaus, his eyes laughing more than he ever would. Even in the partial, smoky light, Heinrich’s eyes still managed to glimmer with warmth, as if he was looking at a sunset. “How do you do that Henrik?” Klaus muttered, lighting a cigarette. “Do what?” “With your eyes. How do they look so damn beautiful all the time?” There was a long silence. Klaus’ heart stopped.

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