𝐍𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞

Leo

1943, Berlin, Germany

  The last thing I remember is walking down the street with Armand,the cold wind blowing ruthlessly in my face.

"Renada never really told me anything about you."

"Indeed she hasn't."

"You technically are a blackmailer-"

"Amateur blackmailer, there is a difference,"He cut in.

"How on earth do you even get information?"

"Because I know.I have contacts from all over the country,I search in archives for historical evidence…"Armand rambled on.

Something didn't feel right.

It felt very wrong.

Very wrong.

Before I knew it , I felt pain.

Excruciating pain.

A harrowing feeling in my chest.

A blind, searing pain I could not explain.

I hit the pavement's hard stone surface, the affliction ever intense.

Armand immediately caught hold of me.

"Leo?"

His figure was blurry as the darkness started to envelop my sight.I felt lightheaded as My world became as black as midnight.

"Oh no."

 

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 Matteo

Nine days later

Paris,1943

 

"Renada!" I called, holding an envelope in my hand. "This is for you."

"Really?" She hurried down the stairs and snatched the envelope from me. I walked to the kitchen and helped myself to some bread.

Renada read the le