Ezra settled back into the pillows that she had propped up for him and gave a slight nod. Shakespeare was the only thing keeping him from thinking him and Marta had completely lost their minds about being together. They were at that age where love conquered all and most of the romances he'd read from Shakespeare the couples died, so if that was the worst thing to happen he wouldn't be scared. At least they'd both be together in the end.

"Do the Romeo and Juliet one tonight. I want it fuel my desire to live in this world we've built where somehow we end up together," He said quietly as he closed his eyes a moment.

His body was feeling weak now and the movements he'd made that night were finally starting to settling into his body. His chest felt slightly tender and he let out a small whimper that sounded like an injured puppy. He looked up to see Marta staring at him with concern so he covered his pain with a smile, "I just wanted to get your attention. I hate when you stray so far away. Sometimes when you're here I still go back to that day and each time you get farther away from my grasp," he said scooting over so she could fit next to his.

He'd intentionally ignored her I love you for the sole purpose of not knowing if she would really stick it out with him or if they'd get separated along the way. He didn't want to use the words in case he had to go back on them to make her leave for her own protection. He'd already thought of what to say for the day his family was moved to a smaller house my force. She would never be able to join them since she wasn't really Jewish. She was still a Christian girl as far as Hitler, God, and Ezra was concerned. He'd make it dying wish for her to live her life without him if that day ever came.