Ludwig dropped his keys, again.
I need to calm down, if I'm going to get anywhere.
Bending down he retrieved them and once more, successfully this time, tried to unlock his car. He slide behind the wheel and speed off towards Feliciana. The German man open his glove box and rifled through it, searching for his cell phone. As soon as he had found it he tried to dial his Lover's number, before realizing he didn't know it.
I don't even remember the last time I called her first.
Frantically going through his contacts he found the number marked "Feli". Hitting the call button, he held the phone to his ear.
What is she doesn't pick up? Fuck, that was a stop sign.
The ringing continued, "Hello?" Ludwig could hear Feliciana had been crying, "Who is this?"
"It's me."
She hung up.
Goddamnit.
He tossed his cell phone into the passenger's seat and continued to speed home.
I can't lose her.
Ludwig felt everything become pressurized he felt so angry and so dejected and so, well, scared.
Home was only two miles away, one mile, he saw the familiar driveway. Slamming on his breaks he made a sharp left turn into the driveway and ran to the door.
He swung it open.
"Feliciana? Are you still here?"
No reply.