~*~ Prologue ~ *~
Maria sighed as she closed the envelope. She never knew if he would receive her letters or not. She never knew if she had written too much, if somebody would recognize the words between the lines. However, she knew, she could not write what she was really thinking. She did not want to give them any reason to become distrustful. Moreover, she wouldn't give him any reason to be worried.
What worried her most was that she had not gotten a single letter from him. She knew if he received hers, that he would write her back. On the other hand, even if he did, she could never know whether they held back his letters or not.
At night, she laid awake, listening into the terribly silent bedroom, longing for him to be near her. To hear his voice whispering her name, to feel his lips on her lips, his skin on hers.
It almost drove her crazy that she hadn't heard a single word from him for almost seven months.
In the beginning, she had tried to phone him, but they always told her that he was too busy to answer her calls. She eventually gave up. No news is good news, she tried to convince herself. If something bad had happened, they would have to break the news to her. They couldn't let her hang her in this horrible uncertainty anymore. Lately she even had started to pray that she wouldn't receive any news, because she was sure it wouldn't be good. Not after this long time, not in this situation.
She hated to pretend that she was fine, to act like a happy woman. She hated it, that every second sentence of her was a lie. Lies to convince others, as well as herself, that everything was all right, that there was no reason to worry.
~*~*~*~*~
Georg sighed as he put the letter back into the envelope. Her regular letters made everything much more difficult. Of course, she wrote that everything was fine and that she was doing well. Nevertheless, he could read between the lines that she wasn't happy, only pretending to be, and that she was waiting for an answer from him. However, he did not write her, he could not. He did not know how to tell her the things he had to tell. Moreover he was convinced that it was the best to tell her nothing at all.
With a last check into the mirror he left the house to met Dr. Grünewald. The man wanted to talk to him about his daughter Klara. Georg had met Klara at a party shortly after his arrival in Bremerhaven. He had liked her from the start on and they had started to see each other. With time, their dates had become more frequent and he had started to court the beautiful woman seriously– the reason for Dr. Grünewald's wish to see him. He was still a married man, there was still Maria. But as Grünewald was an influential man, this shouldn't be any problem.
To be continued.
***ATN: Nothing is like it looks;-)*** ***Thanks a lot to my two Betas Soaz and Iluvtsom:-)*** ***Please review;-)***
Maria sighed as she closed the envelope. She never knew if he would receive her letters or not. She never knew if she had written too much, if somebody would recognize the words between the lines. However, she knew, she could not write what she was really thinking. She did not want to give them any reason to become distrustful. Moreover, she wouldn't give him any reason to be worried.
What worried her most was that she had not gotten a single letter from him. She knew if he received hers, that he would write her back. On the other hand, even if he did, she could never know whether they held back his letters or not.
At night, she laid awake, listening into the terribly silent bedroom, longing for him to be near her. To hear his voice whispering her name, to feel his lips on her lips, his skin on hers.
It almost drove her crazy that she hadn't heard a single word from him for almost seven months.
In the beginning, she had tried to phone him, but they always told her that he was too busy to answer her calls. She eventually gave up. No news is good news, she tried to convince herself. If something bad had happened, they would have to break the news to her. They couldn't let her hang her in this horrible uncertainty anymore. Lately she even had started to pray that she wouldn't receive any news, because she was sure it wouldn't be good. Not after this long time, not in this situation.
She hated to pretend that she was fine, to act like a happy woman. She hated it, that every second sentence of her was a lie. Lies to convince others, as well as herself, that everything was all right, that there was no reason to worry.
~*~*~*~*~
Georg sighed as he put the letter back into the envelope. Her regular letters made everything much more difficult. Of course, she wrote that everything was fine and that she was doing well. Nevertheless, he could read between the lines that she wasn't happy, only pretending to be, and that she was waiting for an answer from him. However, he did not write her, he could not. He did not know how to tell her the things he had to tell. Moreover he was convinced that it was the best to tell her nothing at all.
With a last check into the mirror he left the house to met Dr. Grünewald. The man wanted to talk to him about his daughter Klara. Georg had met Klara at a party shortly after his arrival in Bremerhaven. He had liked her from the start on and they had started to see each other. With time, their dates had become more frequent and he had started to court the beautiful woman seriously– the reason for Dr. Grünewald's wish to see him. He was still a married man, there was still Maria. But as Grünewald was an influential man, this shouldn't be any problem.
To be continued.
***ATN: Nothing is like it looks;-)*** ***Thanks a lot to my two Betas Soaz and Iluvtsom:-)*** ***Please review;-)***
