Dawn Redemption

The toppled ruins are like an unrepaired tomb, burying all the past underneath.

At the same time, the feeling of suffocation was subdued, as if Finn, who seemed to be mourning next to him, was also buried in it.

The legs trapped in the wide trouser legs trembled as if they were about to be unable to support the weight of his body, but Finn still walked slowly towards the ruins of the once incomparable glory.It's like a belated believer completing his last pilgrimage with difficulty and great piety.

He stepped on the messy pile of wreckage. The loose bricks and stones were as fragile as the piles of dead leaves on the side of the street. With a slight touch, they disintegrated and fell down with a rustle.

In this way, he stumbled and climbed up a pile of barren land.

But it was useless at all, he was here, this place was slightly higher than the flat ground, and he could only see the whole dilapidated ruins in front of him more clearly.

Finn slowly squatted down, using his thin hands to try to move away the backlog of broken bricks.

Not even tools.Just use your own hands to dig slowly.

His expression was a little dazed.His eyes stared numbly at his constantly moving hands.

He planed the small pieces, and his hand was scarred by the sharp breaks.

It is already very difficult for him to lift a slightly larger stone.Having been seriously injured, coupled with having been in the hospital for so long, his physical fitness was far worse than the past that he could no longer remember.When exerting force, the pale joints and blue veins all bulged out, and accompanied by the small but bloody wounds, it looked extremely ferocious.

With such hands, Finn was struggling to find the truth he wanted.

He didn't want to, it was over.

Occasionally someone passed by, and they all looked at Fein, who was covered in dust, with strange eyes.No one understands what he wants to do, let alone help him.Passers-by just looked there for a while, then shook their heads and left.The dirty hospital gown on Fein seemed to be enough to give a reasonable explanation to those who watched his strange behavior.

Finn is doomed, there is no way to hide himself among the crowd.His route was deviated from the very beginning, from when he rushed out of the house in the heavy rain with his bag on his back, from when he received orders to go to that remote town in Poland, from when he had a fever and expressed his heart to Noah in a daze .Even if he has forgotten, everything is a node, pulling him to the track that only belongs to him.

further and further.

He didn't care about time, but time passed anyway.Slowly, the sinking sun faded the color from the sky, turning Finn's figure into a blurred silhouette, only his movements continued.

Like a cornered animal, desperately digging a shelter for itself before night and death.

It's just the death Finn wanted to overcome, not his own.

Until the light was so dim that he realized that if he continued like this, even if he really dug up something, he would not be able to see clearly in the night.

What's more, under the pieces he cleared, there were only more pieces.There are also some relatively complete columns and cement slabs, which cannot be moved at all with his strength.

The movements of the hands slowed down.

His head was also buried.

The blond hair that had grown so much during his hospital stay hung down the sides of his face, which was good so no one could see his expression.

And no one cared if he was crying.

He was really exhausted.

But he didn't want to, didn't want to lose Noah just after meeting him.

Finn couldn't take it.Really can't stand it.

The pain all over his body, combined with the exhaustion, almost destroyed him.It was a sharp pain from the inside out, about to tear him to pieces.

"Hey! Who's there!"

After hearing three or four shouts, Finn gathered a little bit of strength to raise his head, and found that the object of the rude shouts was indeed himself.A worker walked towards him, and, similarly, glanced at him with the same astonishment as those passers-by.

"This is a construction site! Don't stay here!" The worker's tone was not good, and his body was covered with dust, perhaps because he had been working here all day.

Fein stood up staggeringly, moved his lips that were cracked due to thirst, and said, "Excuse me, have the military files been stored here before?"

The worker had to re-evaluate him.Even though Finn in front of him was wearing a hospital gown and looked a bit in a trance, what he said was still organized.So the tone of his opening is also a little gentle: "We have checked it before, the files were transported away a long time ago, and there is almost nothing left here. Now we have to clean these up, and there are some useful things left , it’s all piled up over there.”

He raised his hand and pointed to the side, and immediately saw Finn stumbling over there.

"Hey! Be careful—"

There was no safe place to stay, and Finn almost slipped down, and continued to run as soon as he stood firm.

It was as if there was a force that came from nowhere, guiding him and pulling him to the end.

Until he saw the safes, the storage boxes, and the table stacked on the side—the table that seemed to be there waiting for his arrival, waiting quietly for a long time.

Perhaps this power comes from the depths of his memory that he has not completely lost.

He stood in front of the table.The table was not completely destroyed in the war, but it had already been imprinted with indelible marks.It took Finn a lot of effort to open the first drawer.

It was full of various documents.He searched quickly, but there was nothing he wanted.

The same is true for the second frame.All are cumbersome work records.

Finn squatted down and struggled to open the bottom drawer.On the top shelf is a thick notebook, already covered in dust.He first took out the notebook and put it on the table, and then took out a large pile of messy papers underneath and rummaged through it.

So many, so complex.Seeing the back, his eyes were already numb to the words, and he almost didn't recognize those words.

However, when he found the one he wanted, he reacted instantly and pulled out the document hidden at the bottom.

that's it.

He didn't remember seeing it, but before he saw the inscription, he had a vague feeling, even certainty, that this was Noah's handwriting.

The letter used up several sheets of paper, and Noah tried his best to list all the reasons that supported his need to continue to stay on the battlefield.Although these reasons failed to impress the high-level officials who were determined to transfer him away at the time, who knows whether these reasons can save him from the critical moment of life and death many years later?

Even though it was covered with dust, Finn still wanted to hug these papers and kiss them hard.He didn't even think about why this letter happened to appear here.He tidied up and prepared to carefully take away Noah's letter and some related documents before and after, and put all other unnecessary things back into the drawer.

However, when he was about to stuff the heavy notebook back with only one hand, a pile of small pieces of paper suddenly fell out of the notebook.

He squatted down in a panic to pick it up.

But when he picked up the photo from a pile of notes, he froze.

The eyebrows of the two men in the photo are still clear.

After going through many years of ambiguity, it is as clear as it was back then.

The man standing behind the sofa was dressed in a neat military uniform, with blond hair that was neatly combed so that traces of comb teeth could be seen.He smiled brightly at Finn who was fascinated by the photo, and he smiled happier than every time he saw it in the mirror.

And all of this seems to be because of the man sitting in front of the sofa.

He turned over the photo and saw a line of words written on the back of the photo.

It turned out to be like this...

It turned out that there were so many things that he didn't know.

It turned out that there was such a big thing that Noah didn't tell him.

Finn also gently put the photo into his arms.Turning around, in the last remaining light and shadow of the dusk, I walked to the hospital along the same road.

Even if Finn could no longer remember that handwriting when he woke up, he could still recognize it now.

Because his name has been written many times by him on paper.

Noah von Seifert.

Exactly the same as the back of the photo.

It's just that there is an extra prefix on the photo.

"Me and My Favorite".

The time is written below. 1943.

On the way back, Finn felt the soreness in his legs and the tingling pain in the soles of his feet.But he was not uncomfortable at all, on the contrary he felt very happy.

For those things in his arms, no, rather for Noah, all these are worth it.So worth it.

Now we just have to wait for news from Jonas.He stepped into the gate of the hospital and hurried back to the ward while asking the doctor who was eager to give him medicine to wait for a while.

When he opened the door, he saw Lucas sitting on the stool next to him.Seeing Fern running in out of breath, he struggled to stand up on crutches.

"Where did you go?" Lucas looked in surprise at Fein who didn't know why he was getting dirty, "I heard from the doctor that you weren't here during the ward rounds, didn't you take a good rest in the hospital at this late hour?" ?”

Although Lucas frowned and looked a little reproachful, it was naturally the patient who Jonas had ordered to take good care of him.Finn was still smiling, bending over and panting to get his breath back.

He was also embarrassed to let Lucas stand there for so long.So Fein raised his scarred hand, waved the information in his hand vigorously, took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"I'm saving my boyfriend!"