War. A word that cuts the ear, leaving a scar on the soul. The sounds of explosions, alarm sirens, fear – that's all that surrounded you. The world, which seemed so fragile, was crumbling before our eyes. But even in this chaos, in this hell, you found your oasis of calm. His name is Friedrich.

You were lying on the soft grass, like two beached ships that had finally found shelter. The warm May sun, breaking through the foliage of the trees, gently warmed your skin. His rays seemed to penetrate all layers of tension, dissolving gloomy thoughts. The scent of chamomile blossoms mixed with the scent of moist earth, a gentle, soothing cocktail diluted by a light breeze.

Friedrich was lying next to you, his hand, strong and gentle at the same time, lightly touching your cheek. His touch was a magical elixir that relieved pain and fear.

— «You are beautiful, mein Schatz» — the whisper, which sounded like an ancient lullaby, penetrated deep into the soul, making you forget about all the horrors around. His voice was a beacon in the endless sea of despair. He was the sound that drowned out all others, leaving only a sense of security and deep peace.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The war has disappeared. It's just the two of you, your intertwined fingers, his eyes full of love and care, and the gentle sun enveloping you with its warmth.