Have you ever thought about going back to your camp? Zachery asked, about 6 months later.

I guess so, but all those thoughts of Stefan are there, and I don't think I could handle them. I loved him more than anyone, Karina said.

Even me? Zachery asked kissing her lips.

Even you, She assured him. He just nodded.

I know what you mean, He told her. But I got a confession, Zachery began to blush.

Karina asked.

You're the first person I've ever slept with, He told her. Karina's mouth dropped.

Wow, do I feel honored, She said with a smile. She kissed him again, not able to get enough of his soft lips.

You should, He whispered, barely audible.

I can't believe you talked me into doing this, Karina said, her voice nervous. They were driving to Karina's old camp. They had found that they opened it as a museum, so Zachery managed to convince Karina into visiting it one last time.

She was very scared, as she watched her surroundings, she kept reliving the first time she had been there. In her lap laid two bouquets of flowers, one for Stefan and one for Katja. She also wore the cross necklace that had been given to her so long ago. It was tarnished, but she intended to leave it there.

Here we are, Zachery said, the same nervousness in Karina's heart was in his voice.

A young woman greeted them at the gate. Hello, we'll be giving a tour here in a few minutes, if you would just wait, She said. Karina nodded, slightly interested in the .

Soon, a group of 10 people made their way around the camp. There were the train stations that had dropped the prisoners off, where they were stripped down and the showers. Karina was unable to stop her tears, but they ran silently. Zachery desperately wanted to hold her hand, but he needed both for his crutches.

They made their way to Karina's old bunk. She saw the bed she had slept in for 3 years. She took a deep breath, trying to wipe away all the memories that flooded back.

Now, it has come to our attention, that this bunk was the setting for a love story, The tour guide said. Karina snapped into attention and waited for the tour guide to continue.

Here, in this bunk lived a young lady named Karina. She was brought her when she was only 15 years old. She had been separated from her family and the only friendship she had was that of an SS soldier. It began with him just helping her, but a romance developed. They managed to hide it, but the soldier was then sent to the front and Karina was never to see her love again. All that is left behind is this Star of David necklace, that Karina allegedly gave the soldier when she was captured. The soldier is said to have died in battle, some say he was MIA, but they never reunited. Karina went to America, married an American soldier, and still lives there today, The tour guide said, her voice sounding very proud of this story.

Karina stood in shock. A necklace hung there, but it wasn't the one she had given Stefan, she knew that. This one was pretty new, the gold still glittering. Her's had been dull when she was fifteen and certainly by now it would be far worse off, no amount of polish could have erased that.

Karina found herself shouting. The tour guide turned around. That isn't the necklace, She said. The tour guide laughed.

Sure it is, The tour guide said.

No, the real one is much older, I know it, Karina said.

How do you know that ma'am? The tour guide asked, slightly irritated.

I'm Karina, She said.

The tour guide's mouth dropped, along with many of the tourists.

Here's the cross, that he gave me, She slipped it off her neck and showed them. And just for the record, his name was Stefan, She said.

Karina then ran back into her bunk, suddenly unable to control her sobs. She held the cross in her hand and sobbed for Stefan. She wanted him. She would give her very soul for it. She took the star down and held the cross in her hand. She looked at it and pulled the note out of her pocket.

Guard this with your life, A voice behind her whispered. Karina turned around. Zachery stood above her, a star necklace dangling from his hands. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking.

She asked slowly. He nodded.

It's me, Little Girl. Sorry I didn't tell you before, I couldn't, Stefan's voice was shaking. Karina threw her arms around his neck.

Oh my god, oh my god, She began to sob into his chest, breathing off his very presence. She dropped to her knees and continued to cry.
Stefan carefully lowered himself so they were eye to eye. She looked up into his blue eyes that were wet with tears, but they were those wonderful blue eyes she had dreamed of for so long. His blonde hair was graying, but he was still the same. She saw it, Stefan was there before her, although she could hardly believe it

It's you, isn't it? She said cautiously, running her fingers along his face. He nodded.

I love you Karina, I always have, Stefan whispered. Karina gently pulled back. Stefan looked down in her brown eyes, and softly kissed her lips.

Their hands joined together, the necklaces that had connected them for so long in their hands, the chains intertwined in an unsurmountable knot.

Author's Note: I can't believe that this is actually finished. This has been two years in the making and had seriously been my baby. Thank you all for reading and sending such fantastic reviews. Now, I'm not sure I like exactly how it ended. The general ending I wanted has been written (what you all just read) but I'm not sure I executed it properly. I really would like help to get this edited and I will be emailing those of you who have mentioned interest in helping me. Thank you all so again!
Scary Cell Junior, Lady Daine, and the many other's I know I'm not mentioning, extra thanks to you. You have all been through it the entire way through. If I didn't mention your name, I'm sorry!

A special thanks to Karen. We may not be friends anymore, but the spirit and beauty of Karina is captured in you. Thanks for all you've done with the beginning of this story and your support in my writing. The being of Karina goes to you.

This story is written in the memory of the 6 million people who died during the Holocaust. However, it is dedicated to those who have survived it. May your courage and strength be known the world.