She would come.

Melchior was certain. She couldn't- she wouldn't leave him here alone. But in this moment, however short, he was alone.

xXI do not own Spring Awakening. If I did I would sure as hell not be writing terrible

"Wendla?" He wanted to scream it, to yell for her until she heard, but his voice came out a whisper. It was seven minutes past midnight and every second Melchior was becoming more anxious.

He had already decided that he would stay for another hour, at least. He might even spend the night here, in this graveyard. After all, he had no better place to sleep.

Melchior walked to the newer side of the graveyard, looking for her all the while. He sat down and leaned his back against a head stone. It simply read "Moritz Stiefel", lacking the "Here Lies, In God" that could be found on the surrounding markers.

He had only just closed his eyes when he heard footsteps. Melchior sprang to his feet, and even more softly than his first attempt, called her name.

"Wendla." The intensity, the longing, in Melchior's voice surprised even him.

She turned around slowly. Then upon seeing it was truly Melchior, Wendla closed the distance between them in several quick strides, embracing him.

"Melchi, I thought you were gone. I didn't think I would ever see you again." Her words were rushed, and if her face had not been pressed against his shirt Melchior was certain he wouldn't have heard.

"I missed you," He answered simply.

She took a small step backward and asked him, voice still soft, if he had gotten any of her letters.

It was only then that he realized how different Wendla looked. Her already small frame seemed thinner, and she was definitely paler than she had been the last time he had seen her. Wendla's eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and they seemed less lively.

"I got the last letter, but none before that." Melchior wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of Wendla's head. He continued, "I came as soon as I found out about…what happened. " Melchior took a nervous-sounding breath, "Our child."

When Wendla heard that word she let out a wail and he could feel her hot tears on his neck. "Melchi…I don't know…It was terrible." Her words were punctuated by heavy breaths, and Melchior knew it killed her to tell this story.

"My mother, she…she took me. She left me at this dreadful place…They cut me, cut it out. I was so weak." Her tears flowed more heavily now." Afterwards I had to be carried home. The bleeding was awful. They thought I would die, and honestly I wanted to."

"Wendla, I don't understand. "She didn't mean- no. That was foolish. They could never." You're saying it- the child is gone?" Melchior was shocked. He knew that they could do horrible things, but this?

She could only nod.

The realization hit Melchior like a blow, and he sunk to the ground. Wendla knelt beside him, arms twined around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry. Wendla, I'm so sorry." He voice was desperate, pleading for forgiveness. "I shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't have let them send me away."

"You couldn't have done anything."He didn't look at her, just stared at a spot on the ground." Melchi please." She couldn't take him blaming himself." It's not your fault."

"If I was here I could have-"

"No." Her voice was stronger, more commanding now." It was impossible." He seemed sated, and took her into his arms. They lay in the grass, staring up at the stars for the longest time.

After the lingering silence she asked "What will we do?"

Melchior thought for a solid minute before saying "I have no fucking clue," with a completely flat voice.

And they laughed, despite themselves. After the giggling had died down Wendla rested her head on his shoulder and whispered "I love you." A grin spread across his face, and Melchior kissed her, like he hadn't since that night in the hayloft.

Wendla pulled away, still savoring the taste of him. She said "I should go. My mother will look for me." With a sigh he loosened his embrace.

"Stay. Just for tonight, please. "The joking tone from earlier disappeared, his voice utterly serious and pleading." You can go back in the morning. She won't even know you've gone."

She didn't take much convincing. And after a while they both feel into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

The End

AN// Should I continue, or is this so terrible that a second chapter would kill small, furry, woodland creatures with it's awfulness?