A/N: This one is in Melchior's point of view, directed at our beloved Moritz.
Moritz. My best friend. How could the world let you slip through its fingers? You were so young, Moritz. If only you had told me that you were planning this, I would have done anything, if there was anything I could have done.
I know you knew I wasn't trying to harm you with the essay. Dear God, didn't I laugh at you when you said it only made it ten times worse? I wish I could take that back now, I really wish I could. You must have thought no one believed your troubles were serious. To be honest, I hadn't realized how badly things had gotten.
Moritz, was I blind to you, too? Did I brush off every worry you presented me with? Why didn't I take you seriously, Moritz? Was I so overly involved with my own thoughts and troubles that I didn't pay notice to yours? I wish you could answer me. I feel as guilty as I did after I beat Wendla.
The teachers confronted me about the essay. I know that not passing the course had more to do with this than my essay, but they are too petty to accept any blame. None of the adults around here seem to be able to do that. Why are the children the only ones in this town capable of accepting fault? It is not the child's job to have all of the pressure. Is it not the job of the adults in our lives to guide us, help us, encourage us? I'm not saying that they are solely to blame, but they added to the problem, I know. I can tell that they know they've contributed, they just cannot seem to face it. Could they feel guilty, too? Is it possible that they feel so remorseful that they can't come to terms with it?
Whatever the teachers said, whatever your father told you, you did not fail. We all failed you, Moritz. I can only hope that you have finally found solace. I never believed in Heaven or God, but I'm starting to wish that I did. I want to know that you're OK now, that someone is actually taking care of you. I don't want to imagine you, alone in the Earth. Even if I still do not believe in it, I would be so happy to find one day that when we die, we are reunited with those we've known. For now, I'll just hope that this will not be the last time we meet.
They're shutting you away now. I'll miss you, Moritz. You do not need to feel alone anymore. We all share your grief now. I know any death is a tragic thing, but I don't think it was your time. You didn't have to die, if the community had just listened to you with open arms. Whether it was your time or not, know that you will not be forgotten. You'll live on Moritz, I promise.
A/N: Again, impromptu, and I had no Idea what it would become. Thanks to my reviewers, and I'll have to think awhile one whose next. Martha, maybe. Again, we'll see what I feel like writing tomorrow, (I'm hoping to update by tomorrow). Thanks for reading, and remember, reviews are amazing.
