Germany, 1945. The Third Reich is on its knees as Allied forces bomb Berlin to break the last resistance. Yet on an airfield near Berlin, the battle is far from over for a young mechanic, Felix, who’s attached to a squadron of fighter pilots. He’s especially attached to fighter ace Baldur Vogt, a man he admires and secretly loves. But there’s no room for love at the end of the world, never mind in Nazi Germany.
When Baldur narrowly cheats death, Felix pulls him from his plane, and the pilot makes his riskiest move yet. He takes a few days’ leave to recover, and he takes Felix with him. Away from the pressures of the airfield, their bond deepens, and Baldur shows Felix the kind of brotherhood he’d only ever dreamed of before.
But there’s no escaping the war, and when they return, Baldur joins the fray again in the skies over Berlin. As the Allies close in on the airfield where Felix waits for his lover, Baldur must face the truth that he is no longer the only one in mortal danger.
“Felix,” he whispers. “Can I do something?”
Oh, and what wouldn’t I do to have this as a full blown novel. sigh.
I can’t even describe this book in words. It’s just beautiful, period.
Every interaction, even stolen glances and hints, is so so precious. I read it like I was graced to even do so. Like I was honored to witness their intimacy. This book, or short story, is like snippets to a heartbreaking and beautiful romance of Felix and Baldur. It’s their secret love letter.
I feel it in every sentence, the fear of stolen moments, the nervousness and how perfectly right they are.
“Nobody else exists to me when he lands. Everything stops existing when he takes off, as if he takes it all with him when he goes up there, to places I’ll never see again.”
It’s a fucking poetry. I would quote the whole book if I could, it’s just that good. It’s a gem. It left me wanting for more and satisfied at the same time.