"It must be a nightmare, it can't be happening"was the only thing Alfred had in his mind, while he checked his clock for the 159th time. The man didn't get this worried since his mom didn't came back home when he was a kid, he could perfectly remember how desperate he and his father were. "No, it can't be, she will be here soon, she must be, Aurora is not leaving us…. She is not leaving me, is she?"

Alfred stood up throwing away the book, which he was inefficiently trying to read to come down. By this time, everything around looked colored in a terrible shave of red. The Canadian hates red, this color made him seasick, week and dizzy. Red remain he blood, more specifically his father's blood all over his hands and the terrible gun's noise.

The spy considered go search for her, but he changed his mind before turn the door handle, after all, what would he do? Ask about a pretty, blond woman walking with Franz Faber's wife for anyone in the street? "Hello, have you seen my friend? By the way she is a spy" perhaps. A strange man going out and asking questions about a strange woman? Germans would suspect; it would be foolishness, a death sentence, for them all.

He was grateful for thinking well before do such stupid thing, but it was getting harder to think clearly, red makes him desperate and unreasonable. How long until he do any stupidity?

"I am not letting it happen. I must come down or this red in my head will kill me!" He said to the walls, his only companions on that moment.

"There is the blue" he thought, it could be stopped it whit some blue, however, there was no musical instruments there, and books weren't helping, his being screamed more every second: "Do something! And if Franz saw her? She will suffer, more than you did"

"Stop, just stop!" Alfred screamed.

"That's it, I can't take it anymore" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath feeling the air pulling him down. There was one thing he could do. Alfred opened and closed his mouth trying to say the word, but no sound left from it, "it shouldn't be this hard! It's a word, word are made to be said!" However, it's is not about the word, is not about the six letters which compose it, is about what it represents to him, what her, the woman who he fell for so deeply that even say her name is almost impossible.

The brown haired man couldn't make a sound left his vocal chords for a couple of hard and desperate minutes but then…

"Au-Aurora" Alfred whispered and an extraordinary feeling took him. That tasted better than he would care to admit, like seeing the sun after an almost endless storm, but at the same he needed her to come back soon more than ever.

"Please, if there is a God listening; bring her back to me, if you watched me, even for a little moment you know I can't take it without her." He opened his eyes feeling it wet. "Please, don't let anything happen to her"

If there was any deity or superior force listening to Alfred's ''pray'' is impossible to say, however, there was someone listening, a blonde German flesh and blood woman, pressing her forehead on the cool door's wood, trying to understand how her heart got so heavy just for listening Alfred's words.

"Am I this important for him?" Aurora thought, but it doesn't really matters for her, the only thing which matters for her was open the door and see how he was and it was exactly what she did.

"Alfred" Aurora called worried as when he risked himself to save the prisoners that are now their guerrilla. Red, green and water mixed in his look proved how happy he was seeing her. The woman thought the Canadian may run and hug her, but he didn't, just gave an tiny smile.

"Y-You late" She smiled back in joy, because there was no pain or angry in his voice, just the sweet and understandable Alfred.

"Yes, I am sorry for that"

"You said two hours; it's been more than tree! Look, it's almost night."

"Why are you still here? You should have gone by now. The boys will be worried about you."

"Don't you dare saying the word 'worried', not to me; do you have any idea about how concerned I was about you?"

"I believe so." She mumbled.

"What?"

"It's not the first time you don't came back in the same day anyway"

"I thought you were caught, you didn't come back"

"I came back"

"I almost leave to search for you" He said in a confession tone, as a children asking for forgiveness.

"Did you make this?"

"No"

"Good"

"Good? If you had took a minute more…"

"But I didn't"

"I was going mad wondering about…" Alfred suddenly stopped before fish his words.

"Wondering about what?"

"Where were you? What happened?"

"Nothing" Alfred sighed.

"Let it be, you here now, that's what truly matters"

"Alfred I am…"

"No, I am fine, let it be" Aurora was took by an unstoppable feeling of guilty when she saw him launching his look away from her before speak. The woman walked toward Alfred, looked deep into his eyes and hugged him.

"I know when you are lying, so, you don't you dare try it again"

"You lie to me all the time. Do you think I can't hear when you are not telling me the truth?"

"I know you can"

"Why shouldn't I lie to you then?"

"Because I can kick your ass if you ever lie to me again" He laughed, she was thankful for finally hear him laughing. "I'm so sorry, Alfred" She said caressing his scalp feeling he relax under her touch.

"I was so scared, I thought…" The black haired man pressed his hands on her waist. "I thought they did caught you, that you would suffer, but not like I did, I thought you would suffer something worst" He began crying cold tears on her shoulder.

"Shhh… It's ok, I am here, nothing happened to me."

"I know you are but…"

"No more 'buts', I am here, I am fine. I am going to the forest whit you tomorrow." He nodded.

They continued embraced for a long weather; every time a tear fell from his eyes to her shoulder, she made the hug tighter. Alfred could feel his heart beating slowly and then faster when Aurora put their bodies closer. The man tried so hard stop crying, but he failed, it didn't stop, because just the image of Aurora being caught and tortured was enough to make his feels overflow as cool water his eyes.

"It's ok. I am here now. It's ok." The woman repeated repeatedly like a mantra, trying to come him down.

They were no longer alone. Those two lonely blue and white birds find in themselves a weird warmth to fulfill the hearts, which time turn cold, and closed. Aurora made him stronger, Alfred were there when she needed it most, and slowly that friendship turned them, so as the friendship changed.

Now, embraced, they felt something like a dependence, as if they actually needed to be there, as if nothing else on that mad, dark and dangerous world could feel righter.

"I am here, I am not going anywhere, it's ok now, Alfred, it is ok" She said, not for the first time and surely not for the last time.

Alfred and Aurora desperately wanted to believe that tomorrow, by this time, they would certainly be alive to talk again, but the tomorrow is something unpredictable and today they just wanted to feel how their bodies fit perfectly together, the good which they do to each other, nothing else matters, not tonight.