Title: Reliving the Past
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just borrowing. And I promise everything will be returned in perfect condition.
AN: Well, this was just a nifty little one-shot that came to me this morning because there are thoroughly not enough SA fics out there. Hope you enjoy.
Elizabeth
"Melchi, where are you going so early?" Abigail asked her husband of four years.
"Just out for a walk, my love. I promise I'll be back soon."
She looked at him with a puzzled face. Melchior was hardly one to ever take walks. "Alright. Though I expect Nathaniel will be awake soon."
"I won't be long," he replied, walking out the door. Melchior started down the dirt path that lead to the city center. He and Abigail lived in a small home in the same German town he grew up in.
This day was a day that Melchior looked forward to and dreaded at the same time. The morning was bright, even for late spring. The morning sun brought a slight haze over the cornfields that boxed in the little town. Nearby, a group of birds were singing the happiest tune – as if to celebrate that summer was almost there.
He continued down the dirt path before reaching the old wooden bridge he crossed many times as a boy. The water looked calm and peaceful – the complete opposite of his heart which was fluttering beyond belief. When he finally reached the cemetery, he paused at the gate and took in the sight. It was one he didn't particularly enjoy, but yet it brought him comfort.
Melchior remembered that night in the cemetery like it was yesterday. The feeling of helplessness that he felt when he stumbled upon Wendla's grave was still fresh in his mind. And how he almost ended it until he heard the voices of his best friend and his true love drifting through the still night. That song in his heart was what kept him going all those years and what allowed him to move on. Knowing they were with him every step of the way brought him comfort.
After a few moments of reflection, Melchior's feet carried him to the area of Moritz's and Wendla's graves. He dropped to his knees and gathered his thoughts.
"Moritz, hey, how is everything going? Well I hope? Have you seen Nathaniel lately? Oh, how he's grown. You know he'll be reaching the prime age of three soon? You know, it's quite funny, but sometimes he reminds me of you."
Melchior's heart became heavy. Even though he knew Moritz was with him, he couldn't help but feel like he was missing out on Nathaniel's life. "Moritz, I want to make sure that I'm always supportive of Nathaniel and his feelings. Will you help me do that? I want to be open and accepting to each and every one of his beliefs, no matter how barbaric."
Melchior carefully cleaned the stray leaves and twigs away from the stones that were left from last fall. "And Wendla my love, I hope you're also well. You have been filling my thoughts for weeks now, you know. And please tell me that our unborn infant is with you and is well. I suppose he would be quite old now. I still imagine what our lives would be like if we were together. Just imagine it, Wendla! A swing tied to a great big oak in our yard. And flowers! Lots of them!"
Tears pierced his eyes and he did his best to hold them back. "God, Wendla, I wish you were here." Suddenly, a soft wind blew around him, rustling the trees. He looked in time to see a large, violet colored blossom from a neighboring tree land in his lap. Melchior began to sob into his hands, not for sorrow, but for pure joy!
"I love you," he said passionately through his tears. "I love you, Wendla Bergman. You will always be in my heart."