Elise Hellstrom laid in bed beside her snoring husband; she was remembering every possible detail that she could of his handsome face.
He looked so serene, so relaxed, it was a nice look considering that he has been looking so stressed and mad these past few months, he loved her so, but she couldn't even bare to look at him anymore, and he understood why, but did absolutely nothing to stop it.
Dieter finally started to stir, and woke up and stared into his wife's big gray eyes that were staring at him intently.
The day he married Elise was a day he's never forget. Elise was an angel coming down the aisle, he had never seen someone so absolutely beautiful in his entire life, and her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves reminded him so much of the sunset that he smiled at her. When she finally made it to the altar, he lifted the veil to stare into those big doe gray eyes that he loved so much. Dieter was the luckiest man alive, and still was the luckiest man alive, until the war started, and Elise slowly found out what was really going on.
Once Elise figured out what the Fuher was doing, she was furious; Dieter had no idea that a woman of her small size could be that full of rage and violence.
Elise was Irish, but grew up in France, her Irish accent lost from growing up in France her entire life, but very rarely, it would come out when she was really pissed, or really drunk. Amazingly, Dieter came home to find her both, extremely pissed, and inebriated.
"Would you mind telling me 'xactly what ye're doing?" she had spun around when he entered the parlor, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and the other had already been placed firmly on her hip.
"What do you mean, Miene Liebe?" Dieter went ahead and poured himself a glass of whiskey and turned to look at her.
"I mean, kil'en all those innocent Jews, Dieter, these death camps that are set up all over Germany that YE'REFuher is sending all the Jewish families."
Dieter winced, he never wanted to inform Elise about those camps, but she had a lot of Jewish friends back in France, of course sooner or later she'd find out.
"That's just how war works; you have to do away with the people that stand in your way to be on top. It's just one of the negative things people like us have to face!"
Instantly he regretted what he said, looking over at Elise he realized how big of a mistake it was. Her mouth was gaping at him, her gray eyes were full of tears. Before he could even apologize, she stepped forward, raising a hand to point at his face.
"YOU, Dieter Hellstrom, you are nothing but a worthless, murdering Nazi asshole, I never want to speak to you EVER again!" she then threw the whiskey bottle at him. She had very good aim, Dieter found out, as the glass bottle then smashed into his head, then as it fell to the floor only to shatter, she stormed from the room.
Quickly, Dieter snapped back into the present as he felt Elise slowly sliding from the bed, he watched as she slipped on her silky bath robe and walk into the washroom, he sighed as he then too, got out of the comfy bed.
Today, Hans Landa and Frederick Zoller were coming to visit. Elise hasn't even spoken to Dieter in almost two months, after her Jewish friends became victims of the Gestapo. He knew damn good and well she hated both of these men, she hated all German officers actually, be he couldn't say no to his superiors.
Elise finally finished brushing her hair, and stepped back into the bedroom. She sighed when she saw Dieter standing in front of the window, wearing nothing but his black pants and boots.
Dieter turned when he heard her enter, he smiled lovingly at her, she quickly twitched up the side of her mouth and turned to her wardrobe.
"Elise, honestly we cannot keep living this way, it has been months since I have seen you smile." Dieter reached out to grasp her arm, and she quickly jerked her arm away.
"Damn it, Elise! We are married, you're going to have to look past this war and remember the days you loved me through hell and high waters!"
"No, Dieter, I cannot look past you killing innocent women and children because of their religion, no, I'm sorry, I cannot love you anymore since you have such a part in this."
"So after the war, what then?" Dieter's fists were balled up at his side, his knuckles were white.
"I'm going back to Ireland, and you can enjoy your killings while our divorce goes through."
Dieter froze up and stared at her. "So this is it, then?" he whispered softly.
"Yes it is." She whispered back, Dieter then turned and grabbed his shirt from off the back of the chair and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Elise then sunk down into the chair and sighed heavily.