Okay so first of all I wanted to start of by saying this is a very important chapter. This wasn't supposed to happen yet and I was supposed to warn you ahead of time but it was just so sudden even for me. I would like to welcome you all to the very last chapter of this book. Make sure you read the stuff at the bottom bc that would give you some sort of explanation. Anyway I hope you enjoy : D
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Soviet's POV

USSR, Moscow
July 5th, 1941

It was safe to say I hated being inside of hospitals. All white and pretty cold no matter if it was night or day.

The radio on a small table inside of the room has played mostly the same things for the past week. I still couldn't wrap my head around the things it was saying.

What do you mean Nazi Germany is invading the country?

My brain wasn't comprehending anything that had happened. Nothing was clicking and nothing was making sense in my head.

I was moved to Moscow a few days ago. I didn't really know why. Maybe it was something that had to do with what was happening on the radio. Maybe that was why Russia laid there silently on the bed with his sleeping baby sister in his arms.

It was already weird enough that we were in Moscow. I should be home and they should be with Reich. Why wasn't it like that though? Why was the radio saying that stuff?

Why won't things just click to me?

I haven't seen Reich since the day he had attacked me. I didn't mean to make him that mad. I don't know why I always end up making him so mad.

A knock was then heard on the door to the room. A soldier walked inside of the hospital room holding a small black box. It seemed to have a velvet material.

"USSR we thought you would want this." he then handed me the box. "We found it when we were taking belongings from your room." I still don't know why they were doing that. Why we're they moving my stuff out if I was just going to go back?

I nodded a bit. "Alright thank you." I took it from the soldier and he walked out closing the door behind him. I opened up the small velvet black box and there was a gold ring. It looked like mine, of course it did, it was Reich's wedding ring. It looked worse then I thought it did.

The ring had lost all shine and a bit worn down. It was also a bit dirty like the box. Maybe it was from the amount of dust it collected.

Looking at it made my heart twist. Why would Reich let that happen to it? Why did he just never wear it?

My mind then went back to the night I last saw him. The look in his eyes as he stabbed me over and over and over again. That was the reason why I was even in this hospital room.

I then went back to what he said. That I was useless to him and that I had no worth to him. That he thought it was okay to call me a subhuman just because I am who I am.

He decided to destroy me because of who I am.

My face then went blank as everything from this past week or two came to me. That I was nothing to Reich anymore. That all my stuff was getting moved out of my house. That I'm in Moscow with two of my kids not knowing where the rest of my kids and Reich were.

Most importantly the things that are being said on the radio.

It was like my brain finally decided to wrap my head around it. Finally realizing why these things were happening.

Did Reich just get up and leave taking GDR and FRG with him?

A choppy inhale came from me and that's when I realized that hot tears were coming down my face. I just stared at the once beautiful ring in the box. The ring that I decided to give that man and get down on one knee for. The man I decided to throw away my life for. Yet he can just treat it like it's some game. Like he can play around with my life like a puppet.

My eyes went wide and I placed a hand over my mouth. I had failed to keep my family together. I failed to sew the tares at the seems fast enough and it inevitably broke.

I looked over at the two kids that were on the hospital bed with me. It made me sick to my stomach thinking about everything now. Why did Reich not take them to? It was simply because they're representations for Slavic countries.

Reich had always said and hinted at some racist things but I just thought they were jokes he made. That he just had a sense of humor like that. Why was I so stupid to not have noticed that everything he said wasn't a joke?

I placed the box down on my lap and looked at the ring on my own finger. I barley took it off. It still shined and looked so pretty. Reich's did not.

I have never called Reich stupid, ugly, a waste of space, or any other self-esteem crushing thing. I have never laid a hand on him once. I always loved him and stayed by his side. I always respected him and his wishes. I never went against him either.

Though he did all of that to me.

I tried my damn hardest to bring him up but he tried his damn hardest to crush me. Why did he decide to do that to me?

What happened to the days when he would look at me with his bright and loving smile. When he was so kind, gentle, and caring about things around him. Why did he become so violent and demanding?

Why wasn't he the man I fell in love with all of those years ago? Was he even coming back for me?

I took my hand away from my mouth and just looked down. I watched as my tears fell and dropped on the blanket that was ontop of me

I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe a lot of things but this time I had to. I had to believe that this actually happened.

There was a reason why I couldn't see out of one of my eyes anymore. There was a reason why I had so many scares over my body.

Maybe he just didn't want me anymore.

That realization just made me break down even harder. I just cried hearing the things the radio had to say about the invasion. I should have known that it was coming yet I ignored everything.

Of course I ignored it all. I don't know why I always did that but I did. Whenever something wasn't the way I wanted it to then I would pretend it wasn't happening.

That's the reason why I was here.

The reason why I sat here in this hospital bed was because I made mistakes time and time again. I ignored all red flags that were put in my face and just continued hoping for something so unrealistic.

I should have known it wasn't working but I ignored everything. I ignored everything just for him.

Just for my sweet Reich.

I looked at the ring and I could feel another emotion joining my sadness. Angry boiled up in me when looking at it. Angry is how I felt towards Reich along with a few other negative feelings.

The longer I looked at it the more I got mad. Mad at him and mad at myself. None of this was supposed to end. It wasn't supposed to end until we died but here we are. My family is reduced into smithereens.

He didn't care to keep this family together. He never cared one bit and that added to the boiling anger inside of me.

I looked at the gold ring agian. The piece of jewelry that had started everything. The thing that started it all. What started it all.

Though something I never realized was that there's always an end to everything. This piece of jewelry may have been the thing to start it but it also ended it.

What ended it all.

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Okay so I may have dropped a big bomb on you during the first section of this chapter. Since this book is getting so long I decided to chop it up into 2 parts. This book is the first part and the second book is the second part. I will explain everything in the A/N I'm gonna make tomorrow so make sure you see that.

Anyways I hope that you have a good day/morning/night or whatever time you are reading this.

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