Stop leaving me

"Stop leaving me" Bela demanded, as her grip tightened against the front of Niel's military jacket, the feel of the fabric was different to that of her brothers, it was more defined, the grain of the pale material was remember-able, as if the years of wearing it had somehow managed to seep with his emotions. Bela couldn't understand why she felt the need to say what she did, was her heartlessness nature slipping? It was highly likely, with the situation back at home with brother Russia, every moment she spent with Niels had become a relief.