Wendla kneeled on the hayloft, seeing the young boy in distress. She rubbed his back, sighing. "We can run in the meadow, get soaked to the skin and not even care." Melchior turned around, afraid to see her reaction, smiling weakly. "Forgive me." She caressed his cheek, "It was me, all me." He kissed her, she tried pulling away but she kissed him back, getting lost in the kiss, he laid her down, and the magic began.
He walked alone, playing with his hands as he walked. The nightmares of sky blue stockings emerged in his dreams every night, the terror. He shivered at the though. He looked up at the sky. "Why the angels could use another savior" He chuckled weakly, pulling out the gun from his pocket. "Moritz?" the familiar voice of Isle ringed in his ear. "Isle? You frightened me!" He hid the gun away quickly, biting his bottom lip, thinking of a lie to tell her…. So he can go play with the angels instead of on the hobbyhorse, acting like pirates.
They stopped, breathless, tingling of excitement and a bit of guiltiness. "Something started crazy, sweet and unknown" the lyrics she sang drifted into her imagination, remembering the passion that they just shared. "Something you keep on the box of the street, now it's longing for a home" She closed her eyes, remembering what Mama told her earlier that week, this wasn't a part of making a child, her mother told her the whole story.. The whole diagram.
After Melchi and Wendla shared a long lost kiss, they didn't hear a bang or a pop, only the neighboring neighbors that heard the cries of Moritz Stiefel who once roamed that little town of Germany was playing with the angels, not dreaming of sky blue stockings or being mesmerized by the wonders of the woman's body structure.