William is just your average, unflappable denizen of an extraordinarily ordinary suburb. Sadly, his wistful wishes of a job transfer were not granted, and his wishing has ceased after his recognition of how futile his attempts were. William is just a travel agent, planning glorious excursions to the beautiful destinations of the world that he will never see. It's quite an ironic job for someone with unrequited ambitions to travel. Another strange thing that William lacks is love. William has never loved anyone before in his life. Sure he's felt an affinity for a few women, but never has he ever mustered up the courage to even produce an utterance in their direction. William represents the majority of the population and is perfectly content with his life's situation.
Christine, on the other side of the spectrum, is a happy and social butterfly. She never lets a day go by without some sort of extensive socialization, which ranges from phone calling to drastic vacations to what seems like paradise. Christine is what many would call perfect. She did well in school, and is now in a very successful career as an owner of a salon franchise. Her family ties are weak, and her history is a mystery to many of her close friends who show obeisance for her secretive behavior.
Christine is walking in the Central Park of the little suburb in which she and William, who is also walking along this path, reside. Their distance grows smaller and smaller until they both round the corners into the dark, moist bridge underpass where their lives will soon intersect. William walks. Christine walks. They fall down in a fortuitous collision underneath the dark underpass considering both were unaware of each other's presence. Instantly they apologize and William offers his hand to discombobulated Christine.
"Are you alright?" he asks her with embarrassment.
"Oh, yes I'm perfectly alright. How about yourself?"
"I'm so very sorry. This is entirely my fault!"
"I believe you are mistaken considering this accident occurred on just as much as my accord as it did yours."
"Let's move out from underneath this pitiful underpass and discuss our polemical situation outside in the sunlight."
They both move out from underneath the bridge and look into each other's eyes. There is something that both of them recognize. It seems to be something of great importance with the eyes which give them both an abstruse epiphany without a meaning. Have they met before this moment? How could they be feeling such a strong affinity without having a previous interaction?
"Have we met before?" asked Christine with truly curious eyes.
"I am thinking the same thing," said William with a weird void of knowledge in his tone.
Despite their inability to recognize each other, they agree to meet again for a more permanent and less fortuitous period. Christine doesn't know why, but she feels a strong attraction for William and really wants to spend time with him so she can decipher what feeling she has in her heart. William, on the other hand, knows that the feeling in his heart is love and in Christine's eyes on the day of their accident, he noticed that she felt the same thing. They've met before. Sometime long ago, sometime within their complex and secretive histories is an intersection, but neither of them can recognize it, and neither of them will ever.
"We existed together before. I know that our histories were con-substantial with each other, but I just cannot recollect where or when," ponders Christine.
"I've been puzzled with this dilemma as well. Was it the war where our path's crossed? Unfortunately my memories of the war are very vague and horrific so I can't be much help to our sleuth," says William with discontent in his voice.
"Despite our unknown historical connection, I know that we had something special because I've never fallen in love with someone so fast," says Christine.
"And neither have I," says William. Christine can see William's past in his eyes. The war's origins between the USA and Germany were complex and of great controversy. Christine has a secret that she knows William will not take easily to the heart. The war that he tried so hard to forget will instantly be prevalent and vivid in his fragile mind. He has a right to know what she knows.
"William, I have a secret I must tell you," says Christine with a small tone of defeat.
"Please, Christine, disclose this information you wish to share with me," says William.
"I'm a Nazi."
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