|Sorrow's New Dance
Author: LaceyLilac PM
Wendla may have escaped death, but what other sufferings await her and Melchior? COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Melchior G. & Wendla B. - Chapters: 18 - Words: 18,054 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 08-16-12 - Published: 07-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8320888
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**Hello again. I want to tell you, that Wernigerode is the gang's hometown. I guess I didn't do my research so I just picked a small town outside of Berlin (Ilse lives in Berlin). Enjoy and REVIEW!**
Wendla held the guitar under her arms while Robert placed her fingers on the right strings.
"Okay. Strum it."
She brushed her fingers across the strings.
"That's so cool. I've never played a string instrument before. I play piano, but so does every girl in Europe."
Robert smiled. "Okay my turn. How do you say 'Nice to meet you'?"
"Nizza, zum Sie zu treffen."
Robert looked dumbfounded. "Well, I guess I won't be friendly to people."
Wendla laughed. She had been laughing the whole ride, when she wasn't sleeping. Robert was fun, and helped her get her mind off of Melchior. The boat shook to a stop. She almost fell forward, but Robert caught her. She blushed.
"Robert, welcome to Germany!"
Robert got his stuff together. "Thanks. Do you think you could help me get to my school?"
"Sure, I don't have any plans. But let's get something to eat. I'll pay."
She and Robert went to a restaurant across the street from where she lived. They ate and talked about the differences between America and Germany, and how hard the languages were. Robert was very bright, and funny. So funny, she almost spewed her drink twice!
After catching her breath and paying the bill they walked outside. "So, where is your school?"
He pulled out a piece of paper. "In, uh, I can't pronounce this."
"Here, let me see." She giggled and took the paper. She froze when she saw the word Wernigerode. Wendla stepped back. "I can't." She gulped. Her face turned pale.
"Wendla, what's wrong?" Robert was confused.
"I just can't. It's not far away, but you'll have to get a ride. Goodbye, Robert." She turned and walked towards her apartment. Of course. He had to go to her home town. She turned around to face him. "Robert?"
"Don't mention my name, ever, when you're there. Do you understand?"
"Why? What happened?"
She sighed. "That's not important. Do you promise?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it is. Are you a criminal?"
"No!" she sighed. She might as well. "Okay, let's make this short. I was in love. I had sex. I got pregnant, and my mom was upset that I broke my values to God. She took me to an abortion office, I didn't know what was going on. I somehow escaped. The doctor told my mom that I died. They had a funeral, saying I died of anemia. My boyfriend-" she winced, "at the time- didn't know I had died. He was going to meet me at the grave yard. He saw my tombstone, and he jumped to conclusions and tried to commit suicide. I saved him. We moved into my friend house. I gave birth to my daughter. Her lungs didn't develop so she died. And finally, my boyfriend dumped me in New York." She sighed, her tongue dried out.
Robert blinked a couple of times. "So, everyone thinks you're dead?"
She nodded. "Nobody can know I'm alive." She hadn't realized her emotions weren't in check, and tears fell down her cheeks.
Robert reached out and wiped a tear. "I promise I won't tell. So, I guess this is goodbye."
Wendla got the courage and kissed him. She wasn't in love with him like she was with Melchior, but she did like him. Of course he had to go to her God damn town… "You're sweet. I wish this could've worked."
Robert licked his lips, clinging on to the taste. He hadn't realized how much he liked her until she kissed him. "No. It can! I can meet you here in Berlin."
Wendla laughed and sighed. "You're very kind, but it would be too hard. I just got out of a relationship and what if you let it slip? What would happen? The townspeople would brake down my door looking for the whore who is still alive. It would be too complicated. I have a friend, her name is Thea. She-she was my best friend. She's a beautiful girl. I think you would like her a lot."
She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Goodbye." Then she turned back around and made her way to her apartment.
Melchior slumped out of the factory. He was exhausted. He just wanted to get home. He walked the streets, and passed the bar where he saw Wendla. He remembered how surprised and hurt he was to see her. She was almost raped and he dumped her. He knew she took it hard by the sound of her voice and he hated himself. He sat down on his bed and took off his shoes. He felt the letter, burning a hole in his pocket. He pulled it out.
I don't understand what you are doing, if I am somehow going to get happier. I can't be happy without you. You are the only person who understands what I'm feeling because of loosing Mina. But, I will let you do what you want. You can stay and find someone better and be happy. I'm sorry you've been so miserable. So, I think you should just try to forget me. Forget what we did, what happened in Wernigerode, and the loss of our child. Forget it all and move on, just like you said. I don't think I can. I feel myself slipping away into the same state of mind Moritz had. But I know you don't care about what will happen to me anymore, or how I feel. So goodbye. I'll always love you, even if it isn't returned.
Melchior covered his face. She didn't understand what he was trying to do. He was helping her.
Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he is trying to be a man, when he is still a child. Maybe what he thought was best for Wendla was the complete opposite. Maybe what was best for Wendla was what was best for him. What's best for him is being with her. What was he doing? He had to go.
**That's more like it, Melchior. I don't hate you anymore. But get to Wendla and fix it! NOW! REVIEW please! :) **