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He’s uncertain he deserves an apology, hell he’s certain if their roles had been reversed he’d be tumbling over the railings the moment her back was turned or repeating last nights activities again and hope he wouldn’t see another sunrise. Sunrise. Blue hues stare past the metal railing and spot the orange blob beginning to rise over the hills. The sunrise once brought him joy. Blue eyes would search the skyline willing for the sun to peak over the earth signaling another day. That was before when he was younger and oh so naive as to what he truly was. He was precious to the Reich. A life held above those of his siblings and mother because of his pure genes. His life had begun to crumble. Life as he knew it had become an uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what he believed in anymore and longed for the days when he was happily living in a beautiful home with his family. All of that was gone now. He’s failed his race and the thoughts running through his head were proof of that. He shouldn’t think in the ways that he was, shouldn’t consider wasting his pure blood by jumping from a bridge.
Blue hues shift back to the woman standing in front of him. She was the only person who possibly could understand him. His head shakes as lips twitch up into a ghost of a smile. “Juliana…” He repeats the woman’s name as lips curl into a gentle smile. “I’m Josef. Come, my home isn’t far.” Shoulders once more shrug off his jacket and offer it out to her. “What brings you to Berlin?”
The approach of the dawn didn’t go unnoticed by Juliana and for her, it was a sense of a little hope. No matter what happened to her or anyone, despite their decisions for better or worse, that sun would still rise. It would always rise, even if the rumors of an approaching war were true... it would still rise even id everything on the surface was pounded into dust. Even to her in the state she was in, the sight gave her a little hope.
No, she would never settle into living here, in the middle of this place. Neither would she ever be used to what people said about others, how they felt. They, for the most part, would always disgust her for their words and actions, but the sunrise gave her hope that things would change someday. Perhaps not until after another war, perhaps even more terrible than the last, but it could. It was surprising what one stranger’s kindness could instill in her.
With the weakest of smiles in return of his smallest of one, she nodded ever so slightly. “Joseph... Josef.” Her cheeks reddened a little as she stumbled over the pronunciation a little, automatically using her own before saying what he had, especially with the whole J is Y. German. She accepted the jacket once more, shivering a little in the cool wind. She wasn’t dressed for the weather... “Family. My stepfather moved us here.”
