I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I don't make any money with this story and any resemblance to real people is coincidental.

I'm not a native speaker, but I'll do my best. So, if you find mistake I'd be glad to correct them.


20th of November

It was raining outside. Grey, sullen rain falling from the sky. The pavements were wet; the air was soggy and cold. It hadn't been light to begin with and it got dark early. The rain was trickling sullenly down the panels between the interior and the cold outside. It was windy outside, some mere four degrees, chilling through. There were no leaves on the trees and those which still hold on were blown off quickly.

It was dark when he got up, it was grey when he left the house and it was dark and filthy again when he returned home. Chilled through.

Somebody had palmed off a used day on him.

He had woken with the feeling that a number of things would go wrong today and of course, they had.

Not that he had expected differently.

He stared at the innocent letters on the digital clock. 23:19 … working too late again. He'd be tired in the morning. Again.

20th of November, hn?

He rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses, decided to call it a day and put his glasses onto the book next to the alarm clock.

He turned the light out, left what was left of the day in novembery darkness.

When he had entered the kitchen this morning, the tea had already been brewed. The German had been earlier than him. Of course; he had taken longer with showering as the water had needed time to warm up.

When he had come home in the evening, the Irish had done his duty and prepared quite a good supper.

When he had entered the office later, a small card had been lying on his table. No need to know the boy's handwriting.

He covered himself up, shifted slightly before closing his eyes.

It hadn't been too bad for a birthday.