My first Spring Awakening fic! Hope you like it.
I don't own SA. If I did Moritz wouldn't have died.
Melchior Gabor slowly walked through the gates into the grim surroundings of the graveyard. He followed the beaten path to the part he hadn't been in for over 12years.
He clutched the piece of paper in his hand as though it were a life line. Hell-to him it may have been.
His polished shoes had dulled from the dust on the dirt path. The last time he had been here he had been wearing those ridiculous boots that had been mandatory for their school uniforms. Now it seemed weird to be going through there as a grown man. Before he had been a grief stricken child, desperate and angry at the death of his best friend. Now he was a man that had come to terms with his past.
Finally he reached the grave that he was looking for. And smiled.
"I came back 'Ritz just like I promised. Sorry for not coming earlier, things have been busy." he said in a sheepish voice. Then he sighed.
"Alright- you and I both know that's not true. For the first five years it was too hard for me. I had lost my best friend and I blamed myself for writing that stupid essay. I had convinced myself that if I hadn't written it you wouldn't have failed school and then you would have never have killed yourself."
Melchior took a deep breath.
"I was wrong of course. But I realized that too late. I went to university Moritz! You wouldn't believe what it was like there! There was so much to learn share! And the people! You wouldn't believe them 'Ritz! They openly embraced the strangest things! And they valued logic over religion as I have. But- I didn't just come here just to tell you about university in Munich.I wanted to tell you about Wendla.
Right before I was about to be sent to reform school we visited each other one last time. Then, when we were talking she suddenly fainted. I was immediately conceded and took her to Frau Huber- the local midwife. Wendla was with a child. My child to be exact. Oh 'Ritz! I was so excited. And scared, we didn't know what to do. I was to be sent to reform school and she knew she could not let her family know. So we ran away.
It was terrifying. We stole away on a train to Berlin with as much money as we had in our possession. We had to pretend that Wendla was my sister for a while. Those months when we were constantly looking for food and shelter were the worst times of my life. Finally I found work.
It wasn't much but kept us fed and put a roof over our heads. For that I could be nothing but grateful. But I didn't realize how much harder it would be after our child was born.
Oh 'Ritz he was beautiful- he still is. His name is Moritz Jonathan reminds me so much of you- though we did draw the line at the haircut. He's been enamored with tales of his 'uncle Moritz' ever since he was a child. He's turning 12 years old soon. We call him John at home because sometimes it's hard for me to utter your name- and he understands that I think.
After John was born I worked even harder than ever to support everyone. Eventually Wendla recovered after his difficult birth and became a seamstress. I returned to my education and received my degree. Believe it or not I'm a professor now at the university. This is my 1st year teaching and I never treat any of my students unfairly."
Melchi glanced up and was surprised to see that the sun had sunk below the horizon line. He had been so caught up in 'talking' to his best friend that he had completely lost track of time. He smiled and shook his head.
He looked back down at his grave and said his final words "goodbye Moritz."
He turned away but turned back again. He placed the folded up paper on the grave under a rock so it wouldn't blow away.
He remembered what was on it, a picture drawn by an 11 year old's amateur picture was of two boys and a girl of the age 14. The words 'Don't do Sadness' were scrawled on the drawing.