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You two knew each other all your life. It felt like you were born together. It was hard to remember the life before each other. It isn't something too important, though; you live beside Anya, and she lives beside you. What more can you ask for in life?
As one of the sons of the only shop owner of the little town, the respected rich jewish family little son, it was obvious that you didn't have to work hard like Anya did in her childhood; she had to help her family in every way she could to get the food on the table. Today, help was by getting water for the town plaza all the way down to their fields.
"Can I help?" Ask a little boy, you, who was playing on the pathway fence.
She smiled; a warm and pleasant feeling went through her chest. It was lovely to get help from someone.
Anya never really thought of her help as a heavy job; her mind always carried her to the clouds so the hours could fly fast. But with you? It was more than she could ask for. You never stopped talking; she wasn't used to so much talk but is not like she minded. On the contrary! It was so lively her way home now. You were a living ball of energy; she remembers that you were talking about your older brother, something about his dog being too noisy, about your sister's school, and your mother's new cookie recipe. It all went so fast that she didn't notice who the two of you had already arrived at her house and who you two were sitting on the porch just to talk some more. It was just until her father told them that it was almost down that you decided to say goodbye and walk your way back home.
The next day you run to her as you notice her in the town plaza. It was a peaceful day to Anya; no work to do today, so you invited her to your house, and it all was so smooth from there.
Thinking everything in the present with a cold mind, Anya couldn't believe how warm you were to her and how she didn't feel out of place in your big house, not a single time, nor her first time when even the chairs were too fancy for what she was used to. She felt a part of the family the very second she lied a foot there. The day went on by your mother side; it seems that the cookie recipe was really good after all; she promised to teach her how to do it next time she came to visit; she, of course, said yes.
And so, at the very morning of the next day, Anya found herself weighing all types of ingredients as your mother taught her the recipes as promised along with very useful tips for cooking. You were, to nobody's surprise, talking more than you were helping, but, in your mother's caring eyes, it was obvious who you were; you did indeed help Anya more than you used to help her. It didn't matter; the baking was put aside as soon as they went to the oven. You take the little girl hand and run to the garden to play some new games your brother taught you. That night Anya had dinner at your house and cake back with some cookies for her family. Her mother noticed how his girl was smiling more than she used to; this was a good relationship for sure.
Months and months went by, and time to time you became more and more united. It was rare for the town people to not see you two together, where one was and the other was not too far behind. So, when your father contracted a teacher for the children of his house, Anya was also counted as one as well. You never really wanted to study things like history or biology; his dearest, most talkative son is always asking him to take him to the family shop to start working in the family business. "Why do you want to work? You are just a child!" "I'm a grown man, dad!" is always what you respond to him. Now with anything calmed down, you even ask to get new books to learn history! He takes a quick look at the classroom of the house; it's lovely to see you together.
Anya did learn quickly, maybe even a little too quickly; it was a matter of time for the teacher to take her How she loved to learn! Your parents had a talk with her parents that day—too much potential for someone with limited resources, they would help her, you made sure of that.
Anya was always grateful to be by your side, more than she could tell you. It isn't, as you didn't know.
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You woke up today to the sunny field as your view; the warm colors that the day was gifting to the town sure were lovely, so much different from the freezing days you were having just some weeks ago.
Next to you in the bed is Anya, your lovely wife. Maybe another husband would admire the beautiful and peaceful view of their lover sleeping, but you didn't have the patience or the time to do it.
"ANYA! Anya! Anya!" You shook her as a child; she laughed, you laughed, and you two laughed together without knowing it was your last morning together.
A scary, loud noise came from the front door.
The Nazis make their way into the house.
You two escaped through the window and ran, and ran.
You know It was useless, but Anya seemed confident enough to believe you were making it out alive; you just smiled at her, knowing better than to discuss this nonsensical thing with her.
A shot fallowed by your agony scream alarmed her; she looked back at you. The desesperation in your face reflected the pain. You hugged the wound as the blood was spreading in the grass.
"I-"
"Just go," you stated as she started to cry. Still, she stayed loyal to you and stayed, but when she was going to help you, your hand pushed her away.
"Just... live for me, would you?" You plead her hopelessly.
You too gaze sweetly at each other, a silent goodbye.
You watched her run and prayed for her safety.
At the end, you just struggled, not for your life but to gift Anya some seconds to escape as the monsters dealed with you.
"He doesn't worth the fight... Just kill him already." Is the last thing you heard.
As her head starts to spin after hearing a shot followed by the sound of a body falling dead, the reality hits her hard and the world becomes black to her. The nazis hear another body falling not too far.