Story: Goodbye, Liefie

Summary: AnnePeter Anne and Peter say goodbye on the train. "Annele, they're separating us.""We could have been together, Peter!"

Elena: Okay, curse me. We watched the concentration camp part of the movie and I got really sentimental. To get rid of that, let's write some fanfiction!

Disclaimer: Don't own the socks, just play with the puppets.

Goodbye, Liefie

Anne's head was bowed over onto her knees as she tried to keep herself away from the germs being spread throughout the train.

"Annele, what are you doing?" A deep voice asked her. She poked her head up to see Peter looking down at her, his brown eyes sparkling. She smiled lightly.

"I don't want to get sick. I want Pim. I don't want to be here." She said softly, tears coming to her eyes. "Peter, hold me." She asked quietly, as the boy wrapped his arms around Anne Frank, pulling her closer. She didn't know what made the word slip out of his mouth, but it did.

"It's going to be okay, liefie." Anne wondered silently as Peter leaned his head onto hers and closed his eyes. His father used it, perhaps it was a habit? Although she had never heard Peter said the word in her presence, she figured that Peter would never think of calling her that. But he kissed her forehead and held her there throughout the train ride.

Anne's eyes pried opening as yelling filtered her ears. Looking around, the train had stopped within a dark place and Anne could hear people around her. She felt Peter's hand in her hand and realized that she had been sleeping on his shoulder. She rubbed her eyes with one hand as best as she could, picking up her head to look at Peter. She could sort of see people filtering off of the train, but that was all, and screaming. She heard screaming.

Peter grasped her shoulders. "Annele, they're separating us." It took Anne a few seconds to register exactly what words came from Peter's mouth, in what order, and exactly what they meant when put together.

"What?" She exclaimed loudly, turning and embracing him. She thought quickly, he still didn't use that word. Maybe it was a mistake. Peter rubbed her back, quite lucky they were in the back of the train. Anne let him go slightly, wrapping an arm around his waist as his was around her shoulders. The walked off of the train and instantaneously, Anne ran off.

"Annele!" He exclaimed, surprised at her outburst. No one had yet noticed her and Peter pushed away the hands trying to pull him off, and decided to go after Anne.

Anne turned her head slightly to see only one person running behind her. "Annele!" She heard, and instantly halted. She felt her knees lock and crashed to the ground, on her knees, in the mud. She felt sobs tug at her throat and let them out, sobbing into her hands. Peter knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, as she leaned into him and sobbed onto his shoulder. His hand was in her hair, slightly untangling it with his hands, pulling at the knots and brushing it down with his hands.

"Oh Annele, we should go back." Anne shook her head through her tears and looked up at him.

"I don't want to go anywhere without you, Peter." He smiled slightly, before shaking his head and standing.

He then stooped down and lifted Anne into his arms, opting to carry her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The walk back to the center wasn't that long, but Peter had decided to take his time getting there, upon realizing Anne had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Finally getting there, Peter found that no one was there, but the train was still there. Climbing inside of it, he leaned against the far wall, setting Anne properly against him and letting her rest.

Anne pried her eyes open the second time that night. Peter was gone. Where had he gone? She looked around and realized that she was in the train, that it was moving, and Peter was not with her anymore. 'Maybe he decided to leave me.' She thought morosely, drawing her legs to herself and looking down. What caught her eyes shocked her. Peter's razor. The one she had given him for Hanukkah two years ago. And next to it, a message.

'I could not stay with you, Annele. I am sorry, I just wanted you to be safe. Take care. Goodbye, liefie. Peter Van Pels.' Anne shook her head, thinking furiously. She was angry at Peter.

"Why? We could have been together, Peter!" She exclaimed loudly in the train cage, slammed her head back against the wall, tears coursing her cheeks. "Why did you leave?" But silently to herself she thought as she fell back to sleep, 'He called me liefie.'

Goodbye, Liefie