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Hanschen pressed his lips to his wife's once more, only to quickly pull away.
"I can't do this anymore," he mumbled, running down the stairs and out the door, letting his feet carry him to the vineyard.
"Hanschen," his wife called after him, but she knew it was no use. It was Ernst, the boy he mumbled about every night in his sleep.
Hanschen sat down beneath their tree and longed for Ernst's touch, longed to feel something real.
"I don't even care anymore; I'll do anything for you. I don't care who sees or if we get caught, Ernst I need you", he whispered into the wind.
He laid his head into his hand and slowly began to weep, something he'd never thought he would do over Ernst. He'd only been married a mere two weeks and it was driving him crazy, kissing someone other than Ernst, someone other than Ernst touching him. He couldn't bear it. He pulled himself up, dried his tears and walked the familiar path to Ernst's house. Remembering the days when he was free, when he and Ernst would lock the door and spend hours entangled in each other arms. He yearned for life to be like that again, to be with Ernst. He knocked at the door, which opened to reveal the familiar face of Frau Robel.
"Hello Herr Rilow." She greeted.
"Good afternoon Frau Robel, and please, call me Hanschen." He insisted offering a warm smile.
"Oh okay Hanschen; I'm guessing you're here to see Ernst?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"He's up in his room; shall I call him down for you?"
"Oh no, I can go up to visit him." Hanschen said.
"Oh but you're a man now. Men visit in studies, not in bedrooms. That would be ever so improper." She said.
"I'm only seven-teen, our definition of a man must very." Replied Hanschen growing rather frustrated with Frau Robel. All he wanted to do was see his Ernst and he was growing rather impatient.
"Very well, head on up." She said with a nod, opening the door allowing Hanschen in.
"Thank you." he said going up to Ernst room.
He didn't even bother to knock, startling Ernest upon his entrance.
"Oh, hello Hanschen." Ernst said.
"Run away with me." said Hanschen grabbing hold of Ernst hands.
"But…you're married and…where would we go…what would we do?"
"I want to be with you. I can't bear to be with her any longer, its killing me. All I think of is you. It's driving me crazy Ernst, you have no idea. I try to want her, I really do...but I, I can't Ernst…I love you." Said Hanschen staring Ernst dead in the eyes, with the most sincere look anyone had ever seen on his face.
"Oh Hanschen…I…I….yes…let's do it, let's run away." He'd waited his whole life to hear those words from the beautiful blonde and now he'd finally heard them. How could he ever resist Hanschen?
"We could leave tonight. We could meet in the vineyard and run away…we could go to the country and eventually to England when we can afford it. Ernst, we can be together, we can be happy."
"Tonight, in the vineyard, an hour after sunsets while everyone is fast asleep. We must leave letters." replied Ernest, wide eyed and eager.
"We will, but you mustn't say where we are going. We can only write and that will have to suffice for the time being. With what we are telling them, they may never want to talk to us again."
"As long as we're together. I've dreamed of this for so long…and now…oh Hanschen." Said Ernst pressing his lips against Hanschen's. "I can't believe this is happening."
"I know, but I must go. I will see you tonight after sunset, say goodbye to the village; we may never see it again."
Ernst nodded and kissed his lover goodbye.
A/N: Hey, thanks for reading! There's more to come soon!
-Ali