Author's Note: I've always wondered what it would be like if Wendla has received Melchior's letter. This fic is my first ever epic fic and will have multiple chapters. This is obviously a/u. I wrote it kind of in a tribute to Jon & Lea's last few shows and I don't own anything related to the musical by Sheik & Sater.
She had gotten the letter in time. Ilse had come, when the sun was down, hitting Wendla's bedroom window with a rock. Wendla was delighted to have some company no matter the time at night in which she came. She invited Ilse in and told her to scale the drain pipe right next to her window. Ilse had done just that and scooted into Wendla's room via her tiny bedroom window. She was clad in her pretty green frock Ilse's features were hard, her lips pressed together to form a firm line. It was obvious to Wendla that Ilse was on a mission. Wendla was delighted to see her friend and expressed her joy quite loudly and hugged her fiercely. Ilse noticed that her friend's normally warm brown eyes looked sad.
"Hush Wendla, you'll wake your parents and you know I'm not supposed to be here," she had admonished but returned the hug tightly. Wendla paid no mind. She knew that Ilse could not tell her what the other girls were up to but she was dying for some news about the outside world. Ever since she found out she was expecting Wendla had been holed up in her room secretly writing letters to her friends and Melchior. She hadn't heard replies from any of them. It wasn't like Ilse to be so serious but she was determined to get the letter to Wendla. Ilse had seen a lot in her young life, but she was unnerved at the sight of a pregnant girl. She furtively glanced at Wendla's middle and didn't notice anything, not yet at least.
She handed Wendla the letter and hoped that things would work out for the new couple. "Here … it's from Melchior," she hastily whispered. Ilse had another thing to do tonight; her attendance was required in Priapia. Wendla's brown eyes light up and a smile finally reached the corners of her eyes. She hid it in her nightgown and would read it in the morning.
In the days that followed, Wendla anxiously waited for Wednesday evening, fervently rereading the letter and devising a plan. That was the night that Melchior would come at midnight. Wendla decided to scale the drain pipe like Isle did. She could creep out while her parents were sleeping. She could hardly wait.
The day had arrived. Wendla spent the day rereading any letter he had given her, and thinking of the sweet words he had said to her. It had been such a long time since they had been together and things were certainty different now, would they still care for each other?
She hadn't intended to be so late. Her mother came into her room as she was getting ready for bed that evening. "Wendla, go right to bed. We have an errand to do and we have to leave before dawn. You need your rest, especially if you are to be a mother," she said sardonically, shooting a sharp look at Wendla. Wendla paid no mind and kissed her cheek. "I'll be ready," she promised. The lie slid easily off her tongue. Wendla wasn't sure what would happen when she met Melchior.
Wendla heard her parents talk and argue in their bedroom for a majority of the late evening. She didn't know what they were talking about so fervently but she had a feeling it was about her situation. Wendla waited until their breath was steady and even. Then and only then did she scale the drain pipe. The activity made her very dizzy and tired. She wasn't used to such activity after spending a few weeks in her bedroom. By the time she had reached the graveyard she was at least an hour late.
