Here it is again, yours mulle and has brought you a new short story about love and death. Have fun reading and see you then,
Your mulle
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Two people who look for and find each other. Love, hours together, familiar people and protection, as well as security. We have finally been able to experience all of this. We love each other, everything else is a minor matter at first. If need be, we have sworn, we will make whatever sacrifices we need while we are together. But that's really not easy, because, that's the shame, we were born siblings. The law and God are against us. But as if that wasn't enough, our parents threw us out of home and looted us. Nobody who knows us wants to have anything to do with us. Even our friends and relatives have cast us out. But is that fair? Love is not forbidden, why is it between siblings? We cannot and do not want to deny or suppress our feelings. But we don't need anything or anyone, let them all think what they want, because nobody understands us.You don't have to either, maybe you don't know what love is, that love can meet everyone and nothing can or should stop love. Love knows no boundaries! We moved to a new city to get away from other comments like: "Look, they're abnormal!", Or "How disgusting", "Pervert, he loves his sister!" We also needed cheap accommodation as we were actually homeless now. We had looted our savings books and found work to finance our "new life". We didn't have a lot of money, but it was enough. Every month we put as much as possible aside for one car. There was already a Christmas market in the new town and we decided to go for a stroll. This year it would be our first Christmas without any problems with our parents, just the two of us all alone. Mhmm, how that smelled. Everything there smelled of cinnamon and oranges, of fir branches and roasted almonds. The Christmas mood in me spread and I dragged my sweetheart to the sweet shop.We got roasted almonds, they were just fresh from the grill. They tasted best to me as crisp and fresh and while I was starting to enjoy I didn't even notice that he was buying me a gingerbread heart. He tapped me and held it under my nose, then hung it around my neck. I looked at it proudly and fell on his neck. We just belonged together. It was getting late and we walked through the dark alleys towards the apartment. But then something unimaginable happened. We were both pushed into a car and actually kidnapped. Our unintended trip ended in our hometown, with our parents in the house. They spoke of feelings of guilt that they miss us and that they looked for us everywhere. But that occurred to them very late. We just clapped them on the head that we were getting married in February. Now there was silence. Dad got upset after all, because he had hoped we would come to "reason". We ran out the door, I know that dad was very angry and then he mostly went crazy.We ran and ran, Papa ran after us. He had a gun in his hand, where did he get the damn it?!? Did he want to shoot everyone seriously at his own flesh and blood? 4 shots were fired, maybe it was 5 ..... 2 of them hit my brother, one right in the heart, just because he was protecting me! The others met me, I had put myself in the line of fire, because I swore to accompany him to the end, wanted to follow him everywhere. My gingerbread heart shattered and the bullet pierced me. We were lying on the floor bleeding and hugging each other. I laughed at him with tears and with my last breath I said: "You see, nothing and nobody ever separates us, never!" Then he laughed back and took his last breath as well. We will be one forever and hopefully everyone will finally understand us: Love is unshakable and always finds a way, even if it leads through death!

That's it! I know it's short and probably really boring but well.Until then
Your mulle