Hitler was afraid. He could hear the roaring engines of the Russian Tanks marching bravely on the streets of Berlin. He could hear the continuous bombings and the collapsing buildings. He listened deeper but all he could hear further was the unusual silence that haunted his head and made his red eyes wet. He saw the dark smoke before him fading away slowly and all the destroyed bald Jewish faces smiling at him. The smiles evolved to laughters and the laughters haunted him more. He screamed from his heart in guilt and fear. Then he opened his eyes to realise that he was still in his underground bunker and all his screams were only inside him.
Eva Braun, the only love of his life was waiting for him, holding his hand with a weakened smile. He smiled at her, made her smile stronger, held her cheeks and kissed her head. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes. He wiped the tears, kissed her cheeks and as she opened her eyes back, he kissed her lips.
Moments passed. They then turned towards their loyal associates including Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s most loyal Propaganda Minister. They waited with a register for Hitler and Eva to sign their marriage. Eva Braun became Eva Hitler. She was at peace at last. At least he could fulfill the wishes of his dearest person, though not his own.
They held each other’s hand, walked in pride to the study which is waiting with its door closed for them to open it together. They did open it and the broad sofa in the middle of the room welcomed them. Hitler and Eva smiled at each other. As their smile faded away to an emptiness in their face, they parted their ways. Hitler gazed at the pictures of them together hung around the room and came to rest on the laps of the sofa. Eva searched the table drawers, found something out and came to the sofa.
They sat across each other, holding each other’s arms, looking straight at each other. They spoke in a language which no one can interpret: through their eyes, in the language called love. His eyes were soaked in tears. Her eyes were red but she was still smiling.
Eva took the cheeks of Hitler on her palm, rubbed his cheeks and touched his iconic moustache. He laughed. She kissed him, on his lips. She sat on his lap, stayed glued to his lips, for minutes.
When the lips separated, tears from the soaked eyes of Hitler broke down and reached the palms of Eva which were holding his cheeks. She moved apart, took a capsule from her gown’s pocket. He knew that it was Cyanide. She opened the capsule, gave him the happiest smile of her life and poured them down her throat. Hitler’s tears stopped. His face was filled with emptiness. He took the glass of water from the table in front of them and took it near her lips. She took a sip and looked at him like she had had enough and he kept the glass back.
He watched her as she gave him the looks that say that she was complete then and she was the happiest woman in the world at that moment. He watched her until she lost her mind, her heart, her soul and her whole body and she collapsed back on the sofa.
Hitler, with the empty face sat back and took his Walther PPK 7.65mm revolver from his gun bag hung on his hip. He glanced back at her. She was at peace, still with a mild smile that peeked out from the lips that bore the cyanide foam. A sudden silence surrounded him with the black smoke filling in the room hiding his love from his sight. The smoke then faded away slowly, revealing the destroyed faces of the Jews laughing loudly at him. The millions of faces that were tortured, poisoned and burnt in piles began haunting his head again. He screamed aloud in a pitch that could tear down his throat. The faces shattered and the smoke faded away completely only to reveal the poor Eva, the last person that Hitler was able to kill. He then screamed louder in anger that the last person he managed to kill was a Nazi, the Nazi he loved the most. He cried at the reality that his brainchild Nazism made him a killer who raged to kill millions of innocent Jew souls yet all his rage could kill only the Nazism finally. The Jews were still laughing inside his head for being such a loser.
He took his gun to his right temple and shot himself. Blood splattered on Eva’s face. He fell over the table in front. The water from the flower pot on the table splattered and hit the face of the dead Eva, washing the blood from her face.
(PS: Eva and Hitler were in love together for years. But they couldn’t marry until their last moment because Hitler believed that married life would be a barrier to his world-conquering-ambition.)
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