AN: Hello everybody! So, this is my first Spring Awakening fanfiction. It is a one shot, but I hope to write some multi chapter material for the fandom, hopefully sometime soon. For now this is only a single one shot, but I'd love to turn it into a collection of one shots, so be on the lookout for that! Anyways, please review, and if you have any ideas for anything you'd like to read, let me know!
PS: For some reason this isn't showing up with indentations when I look at it on . If it isn't for you either I apologize, I don't know what the issue is!
She stood at the side of the grave, clutching her flower to her chest, fingers trembling as she looked down at the body of the boy. Moritz. Sweet Moritz. Innocent Moritz…
She closed her eyes, feeling a breeze blow through her hair… And suddenly she was floating on the breeze, sailing far away with the wind.
And suddenly they were children again. The afternoon sun beat down on their faces and their bare feet pounded against the rough earth. She could hear the sounds of sticks crashing together as they played pirates and pretended sword fights. And she could feel the rocking of the seas; standing on the hay bales that served as their ships, staring at the grass which has become the frothy ocean, the thick corn which was some far away land…And it was just them : Wendla Bergmann, Melchior Gabor, Moritz Stiefel, and herself. Just their laughs echoing toward the heavens, shouts filling the air, stretching through the hours.
She opened her eyes and, just like the wind that had taken her back there, it was gone. She was standing by Moritz's grave, staring down at his lifeless body. Now was like the dusk.
Like climbing down from the hay bales, watching as the boys collected their books from the spot where they lay on the grass. The soft goodbyes, the smiles, and the fear growing inside of her. Standing at the edge of her yard, waving to the others until they were out of sight and the last light had faded from the sky. Like walking into her house, the "yes sirs" and the "no sirs", the sting of her father's belt on her flesh; lying in her bed, silently breathing, the submission…
She closed her eyes, all of her fear and pain threatening to overwhelm her, and reminded herself to breathe. In and out. That simple… She gave herself a moment before looking down into the grave once more.
Moritz was gone. The fact hit her, icy cold in the center of her chest. Moritz was gone , as were the days of playing pirates. If he only had walked her home that night. Stayed for an hour. Could it have become more? Two hours? Until the early morning hours? Talking and laughing until dawn tinged the sky with colour? Could she have changed anything? Could she have saved him?
Oh, she should have tried harder! The guilt began to weigh on her, pressing down on her shoulders, in on her chest, dragging her toward her knees. Had she been his last hope? Now her composure was failing, tears were forming. Of course, it didn't matter now, did it? Moritz was gone, her was never coming back, and with him he'd taken it. Playing Pirates. Her safe haven, her glimmer of hope in the world.
The breakdown hit her as she dropped the flower gently into the grave. She covered her mouth, fighting the sobs that ripped through her chest as she turned and walked away, one thought echoing through her head.
Goodbye, Moritz.