Title: Maria's Diary
Summary: When Maria ran away from the Von Trapp Estate, she left perhaps the most valuable thing a girl would never even dare to leave behind: her personal diary.
Chapter 3: Unfolding the Truth
Rain was pouring outside the Von Trapp Estate as all the children stayed inside the house focusing on their studies. Georg and Max were in his study playing a game of cards while talking.
"Such gloomy weather outside don't you think?" Max asked as he took a sip of whiskey from a shot glass.
"Yes. Yes it is." Georg replied, looking at the cards in his hand.
Max noticed his friend's quiet attitude. He had already found out that he had broken off his relationship with Elsa but he didn't know why. 'Perhaps a certain governess carried his heart when she left so abruptly…'
"You still haven't told me what happened between you and Elsa." He asked.
"It is none of your concern."
"It's because of Maria isn't it?"
The name Maria was forever imprinted in Georg's brain and Max knew it. At first Max thought Maria was just a plain governess, but he was wrong. She was lovely, he knew that for sure, and Max knew that it was only a matter of days that Georg would come to realize that he felt something for her. Sure, even though he was the one who introduced Georg to Elsa, Max realized that Maria would be a perfect match for his dear friend.
Georg looked up from his cards. "Look, Max-"
"Don't say anything, Georg." Max said abruptly. "I know you felt something for Maria. I'm just wondering why you never did anything about it."
The Captain looked down, as if he was in defeat. "You are right. I should have done something about it. I loved her Max, I truly did, but I was scared that if I told her, she would run away from me."
"Have you ever taken in consideration that she might have felt the same about you? I mean why else would Maria run away? Think about it Georg." Max said as he stood up. He excused himself from their card game as he headed toward to his room to take a midday nap. Georg waited until his friend was nowhere in sight and went out of the room. He knew the answer to Max's question would be in Maria's room.
Sitting on her bed and opening the diary, Georg searched the pages for that evening that opened both of their eyes, when everything came down to Edelweiss.
July 8, 1933
Dear Diary,
I honestly don't know what to write down right now, but I know one thing is for sure, that something within me has completely changed. I don't know how to describe it, but I felt butterflies in my stomach when the Captain was singing "Edelweiss." I've never felt anything like this before and I don't know what to do, but when I heard his voice and when our eyes met each other, I felt so weak at the knees. I am speechless, and that's all I can say.
He noticed that the diary entry was short compared to the other ones he had read and he had to find out more. Turning the pages to the last diary entry of the book, he found the answer.
July 24, 1933
Dear Diary,
Despite the wonderful party going on downstairs, I need to leave this house soon. I danced with him. I danced with him and I know it was wrong for me to do. The party was dedicated to him and the Baroness, for the love that they have for each other. I don't know what to do anymore. When I was in his arms, I felt like I was on cloud nine and the way we moved, it was like magic. His eyes burned into mine and I saw something there, something that I feared and he saw the same in mine. Even Elsa told me what the Captain must have been thinking when we were dancing. What happened down there was nothing, nothing but wishful thinking. And with that I must end my time in this home. I must leave the children and the Captain. I need to leave. I love him too much.
Georg closed the book and sighed. 'She loves me.' He could have done something to prevent her from leaving, but he knew it was too late. He would have to hope that she would return for her diary soon, but at the meantime, he would have to deal with the only thing she left behind in this household: her memories in her diary.
Maria had been looking everywhere in the abbey, searching through every pew and every confessional to look for that one book. The sound of thunder could be heard outside of the abbey and after each lightning strike, she grew more irritated. She had to find it. She swore she packed it up on the night she left the Von Trapp home, but knowing herself, she must have forgotten. She leaned against the wall and suddenly hit herself on the forehead with her hand. She remembered the last place she left it: her old governess room.
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