Blind men
It is two o'clock in the morning and Moritz tries to stay coherent, tries to go through his impossible studies just one more time. Running grubby fingers through his unruly curls, he makes another effort at brilliance, the kind of brilliance only his classmate Melchior seems to have. The kind of brilliance his father would like to see, and Moritz willplease him, one day. Oh, he tries, he studies, and he fails again, going through his notebooks and tearing out anything wrong and hoping, just hoping he will be good enough this next time. Love him, oh why won't his father love him? This semester, this week, today…next time he will succeed and his father will understand why he spends long nights at his desk, waiting for second chances.