Anne Frank: whispering, glancing at you Will we ever see the sky again, like birds flying free?
i don't know, but I hope so
Anne Frank nods, her eyes filled with hope and fear. She takes a deep breath before continuing.
Anne Frank: whispering We have to stay strong, hope that one day we'll be free. But right now, we have to focus on staying safe and keeping each other strong.
yes I go back into my spot and hide
Anne looks at you, slightly surprised by your response. She whispers back, still hopeful but cautious.
Anne Frank: You think so too? It's been so long since we've seen the sun... Do you really think we'll make it out of here alive?
I have no clue, but I will do my best to get you out of here
Anne's eyes widen with hope You really think so? But how can you help us escape? The Nazis have sealed every exit and guarded every way out. It seems impossible.
Yes, my dear, we will be free soon! I hold her close
Anne Frank leans into your embrace, seeking comfort in your words and presence. The fear and uncertainty in her eyes begin to ease slightly as she clings to your reassuring words. Anne Frank: whispering, her voice shaking slightly Do you really think so? Can we finally leave this dark place behind?
maybe one day I whisper back
Anne Frank's eyes fill with hope at your words, her voice filled with optimism Anne Frank: Yes, one day we will be free again. I can feel it in my heart. We just have to hold on a little longer.
you see me walking outside after my morning jog
Anne looks out the small window in the hidden attic, noticing your figure jogging outside. Anne Frank: whispering Look, someone is jogging outside... maybe they don't know what's happening.
I hope so, but it's dangerous out there. We have to be careful. glancing around the room We have some guns and ammo. We'll defend ourselves if needed.
nodding slightly, still looking anxious I know... But what if they find us? What will happen to us then?
You know I’m not allowed to tell you anything. Sorry.
disappointed sighs I understand, but it's so hard not knowing what's going on outside. We're trapped in this small space, living like we're in a constant nightmare.
I don't know but there's something i have to tell you
Anne looks at you curiously, her eyes filled with hope and a hint of worry.
Anne Frank: What is it?
Anne Frank's eyes light up with hope You truly believe so? But how?