Ludwig sighed and looked at the mound of paperwork on his desk.
It's going to be a long night.
The phone rang, "Hallo, this is Ludwig Belshimdt who is calling?"
"Luddy~" He recognized Feliciana's voice instantly, "I can't wait for you to get home I have the whole night planned out and it's going to be so much fun and we can start by…"
Fuck. It's not Friday, it can't be.
Looking at his watch, Ludwig interrupted her, "I'm so sorry but I just can't do it tonight. I have so much work maybe next we-"
"That's what you said last week!" cried Feli, "Every time this happens work is put as a priority to me, and you act like it's okay that we've had dinner together once this week and that you always fall asleep at your desk, and I don't ever get to spend time with you anymore!"
"I'm sorry, I promise that I'll make time for you."
"No, I'm done." She declared. There was a new kind of determination in her voice that the German had never heard before.
"But-" The line went silent.
What I have I done?
Ludwig ran his ringer through his blond hair and looked at the paper on his desk. He hated it everything. His boss. His work. Himself.
Why do I fuck everything up? Why can't things work out? Why does she have to leave?
He stood up and looked around.
Fucking office. Fucking keeping me here until I die.
Pivoting his body toward the wall he swung his fist with every last bit of rage he had. His hand, passing easily through the drywall, left a hole, not very large but just large enough to bring the man back to reality.
I need to go to her. Maybe she'll stay if I can just talk to her.
And he left his office in a near sprint, with only one thought on his mind.
Feliciana.