Feliciano, Good Night.

I laid Feliciano in bed, hiding my tears. He looked so happy.

Happy to be here with me.

I wanted Feliciano to stop crying, above all. I couldn't stand the agonizing thought of him feeling upset or hurt because of me or anyone else. He was the sun; always so eager to spread his warmth with others. I envy that about him.

I kissed his tears away, taking off our shirts and laying next to him, wrapping an arm around him and singing softly into his ear. I felt our warm bodies pressed together as he hummed with me. 

Treasured memories I could never forget.

Memories of my beautiful, strong, and wonderful Feliciano, who had been strong for so long.

I promise his suffering ends here. We can run away together; I don't care about Germany or the war nearly as much as I care about Feliciano. 

Feliciano is my world.

His voice was soft and heavenly as he sang with me, but I knew he was getting tired by the way his eyes drooped. He had bags under them from restless nights when I never came home.

I want him to feel safe and secure.

I felt his soft breath and held him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Feliciano, Good Night.