A/N: Hello, all! This is my first Spring Awakening fic. I saw the show and fell in love with both Moritz and Ilse and knew I had to write something involving them. This is the product. I hope you enjoy! I also hope that more people write Spring Awakening fics! I've only seen one out there so far...
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Spring Awakening. I also must give credit to my dear friend (and Broadway buddy!) Francesca for actually giving me the idea for this story. When my first storyline failed, she immediately gave me her idea and told me to write it…so I thank you! Much love!
Ilse stood beside her friends with a solemn look on her face. She scanned the crowd quickly and saw that all of her childhood friends were there. Wendla, Melchior, Otto, Hanschen, Ernst, Georg, Marta, Thea, and Anna. Every single childhood friend was next to her on this sad day.
All except for Moritz.
But he can't be here, Ilse. Because he's dea-…because he kil-…
Ilse lowered her face to the ground and choked back a sob. She still couldn't imagine her dearest childhood friend was gone forever. In her mind, it would only be seconds before he walked up beside her and grabbed her hand. She'd look up to see him smiling down at her, and they'd walk off and sing and play pirates.
Ilse, knock it off. He's gone. Accept it. He isn't coming back.
She couldn't help but feel that she could have prevented this. When she saw Moritz standing there that day, she had known something was wrong. Something about his eyes. There was no innocence left in those dark brown eyes that she had admired for so long. But Ilse merely thought that he had just grown up. Moritz was a man now. He didn't want to play pirates or have her curl his hair. As he said, he had a lot of assignments to do. His attention should be turned towards his school work...not a lonely, misguided girl.
What Ilse felt worst about—and what truly leads her to believe that she could've saved him—was that while running away from Moritz and after telling him to 'wake up', she had heard him screaming her name. She could've saved him. He had changed his mind and they would've played together and he would've realized that life was better than...better than dea-...
But she was too angry at him to realize-…
Why was I so mad? Why couldn't I see what exactly was wrong?
She continued to conceal her face while walking up to his grave. Moritz's father was standing next to it and she looked at him with both scorn and pity. She had heard what had happened. They told Moritz he had failed and his father didn't take it well. Ilse, while staring at the cold man, began to cry a little harder.
Why couldn't you have understood? Why didn't you comfort him instead of blame him?
But she saw the look on Moritz's father's face. The man was devastated. Ilse began to feel a common bond with the man—they were both responsible for this tragedy.
As she dropped her flower to Moritz's grave, she knew that she wanted anyone else but Moritz to be lying there. Not Moritz…God, why Moritz? Moritz was her sweet childhood angel…
I suppose you're a real angel now. We don't have to pretend anymore.
Ilse walked away, keeping her red and cloudy eyes on the grave.
Goodnight, my dear Moritz. No more pretending. We will meet again.