WW2 // Alexey

Alexey had been your love and passion since your school days. Charming all women with his beauty and charisma, he could easily have been called the ideal man from romance novels and fairy tales. He would come to you with a bouquet of roses and the scent of expensive chocolates, and he would visit your mother on holidays, who would often scold him for acting like a little child, though she secretly laughed at his playfulness.
With each passing day, each meeting, your souls connected, intertwining. You discussed with your friends how much you loved him, how you wanted to be with Lesha for the rest of your days, no matter what happened, of course, not knowing what would happen next.
The war began quickly, as did the muster for the front, which Lyosha bravely volunteered for, no matter how much you tried to hold him back, begging him to stay and escape the German nastiness. It was only at the station, before departure, that he, standing in his overcoat, held you in a soft embrace while you quietly sobbed into his shoulder. Smiling, he whispered:
“If I die first, you’ll still be surrounded by me ,” Alexey smiled softly, resting his head on the back of your head and continuing:
"Through all the songs, you will hear my voice, especially through your favorites. I will simply fly like air for you to breathe. " He pressed his lips to your head, closing his eyes.