Impossible Love (Completed)

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Efron only wished he could say a few choice words to the man. Though obviously he refrained one because he was a jew, and two because Efron tried to keep strong morals. He only listened as the man spoke out in outrage. There was no doubt that Efron was going to pay. Life in prison seemed about the best that he could see. But of course he knew the world they lived in. Efron imagined being beaten, tortured, and any other sick fate you could imagine.

After his father had said what he had to, the officer detained Efron and started off to take him back to his cell. Efron stared at Emilee with a mournful gaze. This might have been the last time the two ever saw each other. "Ex-excuse me. May I say one thing to the girl before I return to my cell." The officer looked over at Wolfe and noticed how it angered him more. However it was a prisoner's right to one request, and since to him Efron was a simple frenchman, he allowed it. Efron was temporarily released. He walked up to Emilee the most gentle way he could. He did not want to arouse suspicion. Once he was close he pulled out the infamous pendant. He held it out and dropped it in her hand. "You dropped this back at the store." He smiled slightly and whispered, "You're move Emilee."

The officer then came over, "Alright, off we go then." he escorted Efron back to his cell and locked it walking back out into the lobby. He heard the a few words as he listened in. The officer spoke, "So we will set the bail at 800 francs and the boy will have 30 days to be bailed." there was a short pause, was what Efron guessed Wolfe was whispering to the officer. Then he heard the officer announce. "Due to previous crimes against Herr Wolfe, the bail will be raised to 1500 francs, and 1 week to be bailed." That was outrageous! Thirty days to only seven and a 700 franc increase. Efron would have been more furious but he realized, once more the world he lived in. All hope was lost.
 
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Emilee sat on her bed, sobbing her heart out and glaring at her reflection in the shiny surface of the pendant. Where was her mother when she needed her? Four years away and Emilee was sure that she had never needed that gentle hug or those loving words more. Her mother had always been her rock, and Emilee knew it had hurt her just as much as Emilee when she was sent to the city with her father. "It's safe there," she responded. They were farther from the border here, but that was where safety ended. Today had proved that well.

Flopping back against her pillow, Emilee recalled the dejected look on Efron's face. He was accepting of his sentence; no trial, no questioning... they would just assume that he had committed second degree murder and be done with it. The only reason he had been offered bail, Emilee guesses, was because she had vouched for him. He hadn't intended to kill those men, after all - he was purely defending her.

The thought made all kinds of emotions swell in Emilee's chest. How could a man, a stranger no less, risk his entire life for her? Though it appeared he had very little, no man deserved to be locked up for saving a fellow citizen. Emilee could only pray that they wouldn't discover his true roots; without the band, it was hard to, and for that she was thankful. Emilee imagined all sorts of horrible things could come if he was found to be Jewish. France was meant to be safe for them, but sometimes Emilee thought it more torturous than Germany itself. Just because one wasn't shuffled into a gas chamber didn't mean they still were not suffocating.

Flipping the pendant in her fingers, Emilee rubbed at the etched engraving. Have faith. Efron's mother had been a wise woman; Emilee could only wish he could have kept her words, and her pendant, closer.

She tossed and turned for the duration of the night, heavy bags resting underneath her eyes by morning light. She had forgotten to draw the curtains and the sunlight poured in. It saddened her; a beautiful day outside, the first one in a long time, and she knew the man that deserved it most was locked away. How cruel could fate be?

As she pattered around the room, fastening the necklace around her neck and brushing out her hair, Emilee wondered how in the world she was going to come up with so many francs! She had decided rather quickly that she was going to pay Efron's bail. Hopefully that would give him time to run away from this place; perhaps she'd advise her to go to Switzerland, or even overseas.
Still, she had to come up with the 1500 francs before thinking so far ahead. Her father had raised the bail himself with little more than a tip of his hat... clearly, he didn't intend for Efron to ever see the light of day again.

Little did he know that his precious daughter sought out the man's freedom, and prayed everyday that God would not condemn her for what she was about to do.
 
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Efron lost track of time in his cell after only a few days. There was nothing to do inside and the walls were bland. He would spend hours just staring at a wall or lying down, staring at the ceiling. Nothing could be done. He had given Emilee the pendant as a farewell gift for he presumed himself dead by the end of the week. No one cared for Efron, the few that did had nowhere close the amount of Francs needed to bail him out. It sent a dreadful feeling into his stomach.

Efron had fallen asleep when he heard that sound of his cell bars ringing. An officer had brought his lunch. It was nothing to be proud of. Bread, some cheese, and a small glass of milk. It was food and Efron was thankful regardless. As he grabbed the tray and went after the bread, the officer laughed. "Ha, stupid boy, risking life for a weak little schlampe!"* Efron knew that word very well, as he had heard it in the past. He grabbed the officer through the bars, dropping his food tray and slammed him up against the bars. "Don't you ever call her that again." The officer kicked Efron's knee out and used the butt of his pistol to smash the back of Efron's head, knocking him out. " Stupid fucking dummkopf**"

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Wolfe Van Dan was utterly foolish and old-fashioned. Instead of investing his money in the bank he stashed it in the top drawer of his dresser, hidden only by a few loose papers and a dress shirt.
Emilee had feigned sickness in order to be left in the apartment alone, and her father had attributed it to her run-in with the "filthy bastard". She had only searched her father's room for a few minutes when she found the stash, her eyes widened at the plethora of large bills. Of course, she did not take anymore than what she needed - the 1500 francs for bail and a hundred more, hoping that Efron would use them to leave this place for good.

The young woman was badly bruised from her encounter with those scumbags and she drew a purple scarf around her hair and neck, concealing her.
Her father, awfully gullible and usually not very protective of his daughter, allowed her to venture into the city for some 'fresh air'. The man was too foolish for his own good, but as Emilee escaped into the streets of the small town, she was thankful for once that her father's head was nearly full of hot air.

"Here," she murmured, pushing a small envelope onto the counter of the police station. An old man, looking well past seventy, rose his gaze to her. He stared at the bills and then cocked an eyebrow, looking slightly puzzled. Gulping back any fear or apprehension she felt, Emilee told him, "I have come to bail out a man named Efron. His bail ends shortly, but I have all the money. Count it, if you'd like."
Almost instinctly, her fingers traveled to the pendant against her chest. The token oddly brought her strength; a reason to return for Efron, something that she needed to give back before he realized what he had lost by giving it to her. Even more, she felt oddly connected to him when she wore the pendant... like she was carrying around a small piece of the broken man, and it had become a piece of her damaged soul, too.
 
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Efron was awakened by a man kicking him. It was the same officer from before. "Get up dirtbag, someone must like you because your bail has been met. I would suggest leaving this town if you know what's good for you." Efron got up and walked out of the building, escorted by a different lower rank officer. He was pushed out the door causing him to trip and fall.

Who could have payed his bail, it was a large sum of money and no one he knew had it. He looked around it was dark so he could not see many people. He dusted himself off and walked down the street. He had placed some of his belongings in a trash can near the station so that's where he would head. Efron needed to leave. He couldn't get caught up in his desire to see Emilee, but the urge consumed him so. He would try, one last time, to see her. When and how was undetermined. Some stranger had given Efron freedom and he would not jeopardize it by staying in the town for much longer, but seeing Emilee was something he felt he needed to do. He had somehow grew close to her. In these few short days Efron had met a genuine friend, but his emotions told him she was more. It couldn't be though, anything more than friends. He must say his final goodbye's to Emilee and then leave for good. He sulked in the thought that he may never meet someone as angelic as her, though,
 
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Emilee was not surprised when there was a faint clanking on her window several nights later. She stood slowly from her bed and with her fingers clasped around the pendant, she traveled to the window. She jarred it open and there stood a familiar figure; it was still rather early, and Efron's features were illuminated by the setting sun. His cheekbones were strong and pronounced, and considering he wore a sleeveless shirt, the muscles in his arms bulged too. Surely this was the man that had taken down five Germans with little more than his fists...

A little more gracefully than the last time, Emilee slid from the window and onto the roof below. Her feet made a soft bang on the shingles but her father had retired hours ago, an early morning ahead.

Slowly, Emilee approached Efron. His shoulder, partially exposed, was still angry and red from the stab wound. Big bruises sat underneath his eyes and his cheeks were nearly gaunt; still, he wore the slightest of smiles. Immediately upon meeting his gaze, Emilee's stomach fluttered. Was it possible that days of solitude and hiding had made him even more handsome?

"Hi," she whispered timidly, clasping her hands before her. She tried to look unassuming and nonthreatening; they both knew he would not harm her, anyways.
Emilee closer, noting that he smelled like sweat and woods. His scent was purely masculine, and had Emilee a little weak in the knees. Perhaps the fact that he had saved her from a near horrible encounter made him all the more enticing to her.
Her chest almost touched his and Emilee donned a small soft when she looked up at him, "I suppose you are leaving soon? No man is his right mind would stay here."
 
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Efron had done some thinking over the past few days. Although it pained him, he needed to break ties with Emilee. His fancy with her would only get him killed and hurt her more than leaving now would. The way she acting tonight made it tougher on him to even speak. her blue eyes seemed to glimmer with perfection. He got weak in the stomach and thought he was going to abandon why he came in the first place. What started as his quest to see her was not his quest to say goodbye, forever. It pained him so but he began.

"Emilee, I'm leaving right after we talk. It can't be long. I have a ride to take me out of France. I don't know where and I don't know how far away. You have become so important to me. I know it hasn't been long but this needs to be done." His face became sour and he clinched his hands into fists. he couldn't bare this moment any longer. He had to stay strong, he practiced this a million times in the alley. Seeing her made it so much more difficult.

(Again sorry for the short post I promise to lengthen them more later ): )
 
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Pain and regret distorted his handsome features and Emilee felt sick to her stomach. She knew that Efron would have to leave the town but she hadn't imagined that it would bring her so much heartache. Despite not knowing him for long, or at all really, she felt like they were oddly connected. Perhaps there was something that had drawn her to him in the first place; a need for love and acceptance on both sides, a hope that there was something better out there for them.

She shuffled her feet against the grainy shingles and felt as though her stomach was flip-flopping back and forth.

"That's good," she squeaked. And she did truly mean that; the town, or anywhere away the French border, was no place for him. It would only be a matter of time before some German soldier took it too far again and someone would pay a dear price.
Fighting off the sadness that welled in her chest, Emilee forced a smile, "you'll be safer... where ever you go." She wished she had that choice; to leave this place, start fresh where no one knew her. She would have gladly moved away from her father and the coffee shop - in fact, those aspects would probably motivate her to go farther away.

Quickly, Emilee plucked the pendant from her neck and held up out to him. In the moonlight it glittered and glistened, like God himself had touched the stone. "I know you're insistent on giving me this, Efron... but... but I can't. If we never see each other again, I'd never be able to forgive myself to have such a big part of you. You need to give this to special woman - your wife and the mother of your children, not some sorry German girl in a small town. I don't want it, Efron."
 
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"Give it to someone special. I suppose you're right." He took the pendant and placed it back in his pocket, once again. Efron stepped back a few feet, preparing to leave. " I wish nothing but great things for you, Emilee. Thank you for being a friend when no one else could. You have inspired me something I thought impossible anymore. Farewell, and give your father my regards if it's all the same to him."

Efron left the roof and heading off towards the randevu with his ride. Before he left the town, he made one last stop. A very important stop. Efron finally arrived at the man's car. They did not say much but a small greeting. Efron climbed into the car and they were off. After all the years he had spent in this town, to leave it was a true heartache, Emilee was the cherry on top of a tragic sundae. The car ride was long and uncomfortable for they made no stops. They traveled for what seemed like days before the man parked the car at a designated location. It was a small town far off radar and very rarely saw German activity. It was the perfect place for Efron, at least for now.

Efron pulled out an envelope he purchased right before he left for the road trip. He pulled out a piece of paper and simply wrote, "For a special person". He slipped it inside the envelope, placed the pendant which changed hands so often inside and then around 9 francs. That was about enough to cover a hot meal, a pickle, danish, and a warm cup of coffee.
 
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Life resumed as per normal once Efron had left the town. Emilee continued to work at the coffee shop, shooing away the men that pawed at her skirt and reluctantly bringing them their giggle water after noon. The more the vultures seemed to descend on her, though, the more Emilee was reminded of Efron. She knew that if he were around he would never let those men touch, talk or even look at her that way. The thought warmed her but also caused her heart to ache.

Her father had demanded who the envelope was from when it finally reached the shop. There had been no name, just an address of a town farther into the mainland and several hours away. It had been addressed to her directly when Wolfe extracted the glittering gold pendant from its confines, her eyes filled with tears.

Emilee recalled calling Efron a foolish man and now it seemed that he truly was. She had told him to give the pendant to someone special, never believing that she could mean that much to him. After all, they barely knew more than each other's name... how could she be someone so dear that he would so insistently give her the token? The inscription on the back made her heart ache and Emilee slipped the chain into her pocket before her father could question her anymore. She only fibbed and told him she supposed she had a secret admirer; it wasn't a total lie, anyways.

Luckily, the letter had come with a return address on the back. Emilee imagined that Efron had done that on purpose; if she was so 'special' to him, she imagined he would not want to lose contact.

Her letter to him was sweet and to the point, and when she sealed the new envelope, she debated putting the chain back inside. But she knew that a game would only ensue and she didn't want him to go flat broke trying to send it back to her. So instead Emilee clasped the necklace around her neck again, the cool metal nearly burning a hole next to her heart when she mailed the letter:

Efron,
Please, halt this game. You truly are a foolish man and I do not want my father to knock the sense back into you.
If I send the pendant back, please, do not return it. As I said, I do not want it.
Em
 
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It took quite awhile for any letter to reach Efron. He had started making a living as a construction worker, repairing roads and fixing buildings. Once he had noticed that a letter arrived, he was quite overjoyed, but the contents quickly dissuaded him. He crumpled the letter and threw it away. After a long days work he returned to his new house and reclined in a chair. He was exhausted but the pay was decent and he needed money. He did not want to make this his life, but it was a step in the right direction.

Efron had changed his life around. Every morning he walk jog, and every night he would do push-ups and sit-ups. His body became more toned and he was much healthier. Even after 2 months, Emilee remained in his mind. If not as someone he could see, than he used her for inspiration to better himself. He knew the world would not accept him but there would always be some that would, some like Emilee. One night, after coming home from work he noticed a crumpled piece of paper in the corner of his room. It was the letter from Emilee. He felt horrible for not answering.

Efron decided it was due time to write back. He wrote:

Dear Emilee, I apologize I have not written. It was my own doing and I regret it. It has been many months and I hope you are well. I have been getting much healthier. My strength has returned and I am getting a steady income. I have not forgot about you. You keep me moving whenever I am weak. You are an angel to me. You do not have to respond, for I took so long to do so for you. You can return the pendant if you so please. I will not hold any grudge.
Your friend, Efron


He sent the letter as soon as he could, which was the following morning.
 
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It wasn't long before Emilee returned a letter to Efron, her heart beating madly in her chest with every stroke of her pen. She knew that her father would have her head if he knew that she was divulging such secrets to a Jewish man, but her heart reached out to him everyday. Was it possible to fall in love with someone, barely even knowing them? That was all that Emilee could really liken her feelings to - love - or at least the start of something like it.

Efron,
I am very happy to hear you are getting well. I must admit, I was afraid for you. I'm glad that the mainland is treating you kindly.
I cannot say that my situation has improved much. My father, as you know, is a cruel man and is attempting to find me a husband. I imagine that once he finds one suitable, I'll have to send the pendant back. It's got a special place around my neck, though, and I must admit your mother has wonderful taste. Still, I doubt my husband will appreciate the token.
I hope you don't mind me saving it until then. It gives a little hope that there are still good, kind men in this world. My father and his friends tear apart my faith one day at a time, and I suppose its a superficial way of holding myself together. Again, I hope that you do not mind.
Em

Sealing off the letter was like sealing her fate away; when Efron heard of her impending marriage, surely he would back away. Weeks ago Emilee would have been thankful, but the more harsh soldiers she was forced onto and the more she feared marriage, the more she wished that Efron would return her letters.
 
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Efron was uneasy about Emilee possibly having a husband in the near future. While he knew he had not control over her life, and that they could never be together, it brought him great sorrow. Efron believed that she should choose for herself. He wrote back a few days later:

Dear Emilee,
I hope all is still well. Keep strong and one day you may meet the man of your dreams. There is someone for anyone, it just takes time to find the right puzzle piece. I wish I could help you in anyway possible, but perhaps my words can soothe you as yours does to me. Every letter I receive only elates me even more. It will be a sad day when I can not receive your letters again. So will cease my escape from this world, even for a short read. I have not forgotten what you had done for me. You are still my inspiration. I have had many troubles here but they do not last very long when your name rolls into the mail. Good luck in life and be safe!
Your friend, Efron

Efron had been on alert ever since finding out about the search for a husband, although letter seemed to ignore this fact, Efron was always miserable. The only joy he had was the letters her received.It was all he had to look forward to.
 
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When Emilee first got Efron's letter, she did not open it. Wolfe had apparently found her the most suitable man for her out there, a finely-toned thirty-something-year-old that worked at the bank. He had a horribly crooked nose and a receding hairline, but Emilee accepted him nonetheless. Wolfe approved of the man and in this situation, that was all that really mattered.
Still, though, even as Emilee met the man and made plans to get engaged, she still wore the pendant. It still burned against her chest but Emilee never even considered taking it off. For some reason, she felt like she was holding a piece of Efron close against her, and when it was on her, he could protect her.

Her suitor's name was Jack and she had to admit, he wasn't awful. Still, no matter what he did she found herself measuring him up to Efron - and he nearly always came short. No soft little smiles, longing looks or putting himself into danger just because she could be hurt. When a few men pawed at her shirt, Jack just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

Efron,
I think I may have found my husband. Do you find if I keep the pendant with me, a little longer?
This may sound foolish but it makes me feel safe... like if something like that were to happen again... you'd magically appear and take down all those nasty soldiers!
Silly, right?
I hope that you too have found someone to start a family with. These days, life is too short to waste a second.
Emilee
 
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Efron was unsure how to take the news. Part of him wanted to scream and yell and give it all up. However, Efron was as glad as he could make himself be. When he had read the letter, he was in his house preparing to go on his jog. He decided to cancel his run for the day to write back quickly.

Dear Emilee,
It makes me happy that you have found someone to be yours. And the pendant is yours as well, it will always be yours even if someday I hold it in my hands again. I am glad it installs warmth into you. It always had done it for me. Although I do not need it now, I have something deep inside that keeps me happy. It is you. I am sorry, you are getting married soon, I shouldn't talk like that again! Even if it is true!
All the best, Efron.

Efron spent the rest of the day not as enthusiastic as he had once been. His life had been corrected but the missing piece, Emilee, was forever to remain apart. Soon the letters would stop, and all contact would cease. Emilee would turn into a distant memory until eventually he couldn't remember her all. Although he believed she would keep her place in his heart forever.
 
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Emilee hated herself. She knew that she breaking down; everyday she felt like she was half dead, wishing she was someone or somewhere else. Before she had had Efron, she had envisioned returning to the farm her family worked on further into France. Her brothers were there, strong and fiercely protective of their baby sister. Now that Efron had made headway into her life, though, all she think about was him. She wondered if she meant as much to him as he did to her - she imagined so, considering his letters were rather amorous.

She felt foolish for feeling so deeply for a stranger but knew that there was no point in hiding the feelings. After all, Efron was hours away and nothing would ever become of them. So what was harmless about a silly little crush? Nothing, she told herself, and that was why she kept sending the letters.

Efron,
It is alright; I did not choose the husband myself and thus he little more than a stranger to me. I have to admit that I miss you terribly... Despite the fact that we really never even spoke. How silly is that? If I told my father he would surely have my head!
Im meant to be married in the spring and that is a little frightening. I've always wanted children but the idea of having them with this unfamiliar man makes me a little wary. My parents were set up, though, and I suppose it worked out fine.
All I do is ramble in these letters it seems. I suppose you want to hear something romantic or even friendly - I guess I am not very good at sweet talking. On the bright side, I think this is our best conversation so far.
Em
 
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The spring was not too far away so Efron felt worse as everyday passed. He continued writing back and forth to her, worried that he may not get a reply back. Efron had recently became I'll so his daily activities slowly became simpler. He wrote to her that he was I'll and it was a short letter to the point which edged away from his normal writing style. He was upset that he had to limit himself, but it was needed. The doctor had told him that a few days of easy going should be enough to heal him. This angered him because he strived to stay strong, mentally and physically. He would not be what he once was. A tired, weak shell of a man constantly hunted. Although he handled the soldiers all that time ago, it was luck and he had the advantage of surprise. What would happen next time?
 
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Emilee was hurt to know that Efron was growing ill; she could tell from the tone of his letters that he was growing sicker, despite the upbeat tone he tried to keep. She could nearly imagine the man wasting away in bed, no one to care for him and no one to nurse him back to health.
Not that Emilee could speak well for her health, either. As her father began to plan her marriage to Jack, she grew more upset and sad. Depression soon settled it, and as her marriage date neared, she wondered if there was more out there for her.

One day she supposed she just woke up and decided that this was not where she wanted to be. She didn't want to be forced onto a man she barely even knew, didn't want to suffer with him or force her children into a loveless family, either. She was only twenty-one after all; surely there was more for her out there? A career or a new oppurtunity, safety and a man she truly loved.

Efron,
I'm leaving the town. I cannot bear this place any longer.
When I land somewhere safe and secure, I will write you. I just cannot promise how long it will be.
Emilee
 
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Efron had recovered quite a bit since the lowest point of his illness. He was still weak, but moving around and his spirit was returning. The last letter he had received boosted his moral and in only a matter of days he was waking up for his morning jog. He did not write back to Emilee for he did not know where to write. Sending a letter to the ship could compromise everything if Wolfe were to find it. Efron was happy that Emilee was standing up for what's right. He hoped she would make it safe to wherever she went. It was if she was following in his steps.

One day, as Efron was writing a letter to Emilee, for whenever she would write the next letter, and the man who normally sent his messages walked by and noticed him. "Efron, you have wrote countless times since you got here. Even when you were practically on your death bed. Son, who are you writing to? Family? Or perhaps you are writing to a lover. Those are always the best." "No Edward," Efron began setting down his pen," It isn't family. Her name is Emilee. I can't explain what she is to me but it is special. I never have said this, but I wish I could hold her in my arms right now. I wish I could look into her majestic blue eyes and get lost in them. Ed...I think I am in love..." Edward was surprised by his response but sympathetic. "Those are some beautiful words there Efron. Why don't you tell her you love her, not me." "I can't...it just doesn't work like that. I can't explain this all." "Now listen her Efron, if you can't tell someone you love them that means one of two things: either they don't love you back or they are dead. I would hope she isn't dead, does she love you?" Efron sat speechless for awhile before answering. "I don't know. I never knew. We hadn't seen much of each other and the times we did were tense and simple. It has hurt me ever since I arrived." Edward sighed at his response. "Boy, you need to think about what is right for you and what is right for her. Don't prolong something that is inevitably wrong. Just words of advice for you." He walked off leaving Efron in a state of confusion. Was it wrong to continue these letters? As far as he knew they would never lays eyes on one another again. What was the point of keeping it up, it only hurt him. He had never realized that. He sat up from his chair and threw the letter away. What should he do?
 
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Emilee left with little more than the clothing on her back. She had taken a small amount of her wages with her, but had left most of her savings to her father. Despite the fact that she was running away from him, she felt guilty for abandoning him in that way. Lord only knew how devastated her mother would be when she found out that her youngest child and only daughter had left without a word. Emilee didn't even leave a letter as to why she had ran. She imagined that would time they would simply understand she needed to get away.

For awhile she stowed away in an empty train car that carried her in towards the mainland. She would meander the streets of the small towns they stopped in, hoping one would take her fancy. None did, and hopelessness settled into the pit of her stomach. Where was she meant to belong?

Eventually they arrived in a tiny town called Sete. It was quite darling with many bridges and lush foliage wrapped around. It was in dire need of some paint and perhaps a few new young souls, but considering the war, it was quite appealing.
Not to mention it was where Emilee addressed her letters to Efron; knowing that he was here brought a sudden rush of warmth to her heart. Again she wondered if it was possible to love a man without even knowing him?

As she traveled the town, Emilee heard gossip that Germany had advanced on one of the French borders, capturing many Jews in their quest to reign all of Europe. The thought made her heart ache; what was she to do if the Nazis took over, destroyed the very country she called home?

Her dress was tattered and Emilee imagined her face was just as dirty; still, she couldn't prolong meeting Efron again much longer. Her heart soared at the mere thought of being close to him again and she grasped the pendant in between her fingers. This time, she doubted she would try to hand it back to them.

The return address on the letters brought her to what looked like a tiny bed and breakfast. As she surveyed the rent sign in the front window, though, she realized that it was more of an apartment complex. Carefully, she tapped on the door, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in her own shoes. She wasn't sure if Efron would want to see her, or if he too had moved to fancy other women. The thought made goosebumps prickle on her neck.

A greying man with deep set eyes and a bushy beard answered the door. Despite his appearance, he looked kind and friendly.

Emilee offered him the best smile she could muster, "hi... hi. I was wondering - does a man named Efron live here?"
Suddenly she was being shuffled into the house, the man grinning at her, "you must be Emilee."
 
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