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My first multi chapter fic. Martha/Moritz because I haven't seen any of this couple. I'm going to try and see how this works. Enjoy!
Martha Bessel had never talked much. She was always a quiet, reclusive child. She kept her grades up and behaved like she was supposed to. She always wore long sleeves, even in warm weather. Some days she limped or winced when one of the other girls grabbed her arm. But no one said anything about it.
Moritz Stefiel never did well in school. He was so skittish and nervous. He was almost like a rabbit, hopping around everywhere. He nearly almost came to school late, barely making it to class. He just wished he could somehow make it end.
Latin. Equations. Essays. Homework. Moritz clenched and unclenched his hands, stomping through the meadow. It was already all too much. And with the middle terms coming up, he had been studying like crazy. He didn't know what he would if he failed those. Moritz stopped at the bridge. Martha was lying across it, her eyes closed. He had never talked to Martha but she had played pirates with them once or twice. What was she doing all the way out here?
"Martha?" She opened her eyes.
"Moritz!" She had rolled her sleeves up but she quickly pulled them down. Moritz thought he saw bruises. "What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing" he said. Martha smiled.
"We haven't talked much." It was true. He, Ilse, and Martha had been like the Three Musketeers when they were children. Of course they grew up and grew apart.
"Well, yes" she said "My father doesn't really like me talking to any of the boys"
"Oh?" She shook her head.
"He has a good reason. N-Not saying that—you shouldn't talk to…me…uh…" She giggled. She had never admitted it to the other girls but she had quite a crush on Moritz Stefiel. She liked his messy hair and skittish demeanor. It was charming. But, of course they wouldn't understand. They were all pining after Melchior Gabor.
"So, what have you been up to?" he asked, sitting beside her.
"School. Chores. You?"
"School" he spat in disgust. She knew very well that he didn't do well in school. He was next to Ernst Robel.
"Oh. How is it?"
"If it weren't for Father, I would pack my bags and head to Frankfurt. Maybe take a boat to America. At least I wouldn't have to worry about that Latin essay." His eyes widened.
"Christ! That's due tomorrow! I'm sorry Martha I have to go!" he said, scrambling up.
"Can we meet again?" she asked. He stopped.
"Here; Tomorrow. Maybe you can help me study."
"I-I'm not that ….smart." she said, blushing.
"Nonsense. I heard you're grades are equal to Melchior."
"I guess so." Moritz muttered his goodbye and ran off. In his rush, he didn't notice the wad of papers that had fallen from his pocket.
"Moritz! You forgot…." But he was already gone. Martha unfolded the papers. The Art of Sleeping With
Martha and Moritz spent many hours by the bridge. She didn't dare tell him that she had that….particular essay. She wasn't even sure if he noticed it was gone. But she still had it. Martha had read it through and through. It had shocked her. Had Moritz all that? Everyone kept mum about babies and lovemaking. No one spoke much of it. But that essay had been so….striking. Vivid. She still couldn't shake it from her mind. If her father knew she was in possession of that essay, he would beat her senseless. But he knew what it was. Of course he knew what it was. Martha shivered.
"Again" she said.
"Uh… Arma virumque cano…"
"Yes…?" Moritz started at his palm.
"Troiae…qui primus ab oris." He screwed up his face in thought. "Italiam, fato….profugus, Laviniaque venit litora-"
"We'll stop there" she said, setting down the book. "You're getting better, though." Moritz ran his hands through his flyaway hair. He had been dazing off the past couple of days. He always seemed to be tired.
"Moritz, are you all right?"
"No! I've been studying every night, all night. I can barely keep my eyes open during lessons. I just don't know what I'm going to do if I don't pass these exams." He began packing away his things. "And what's worse is that I lost Melchior's essay!" Martha perked up.
"What essay?" she asked.
"Martha?" She looked up. "Have you ever wondered…..why we're here?" She was intrigued by his question.
"Why would you ever doubt our existence?"
"I've been thinking about it and it seems to me we all here to be tested. Because one of us has to fail. The upper grade only holds sixty. It's either me or Ernst Robel!" Moritz exclaimed. "It seems to me that we have no definite purpose in life." "Huh. I never really thought about that. What do we have to show for all the grades and money in the end?"
"Exactly!" He scooted closer to her. "It doesn't really matter in the end, does it?"
"It does matter, when you stand before God and tell Him what you've done with your life" Moritz pulled his knees up to his chest.
"I don't think I believe in God anymore."
"Moritz!" Martha gasped "You shouldn't say things like that!" He looked at her.
"Why then are the Church and God against lovemaking? Why are they against something so….natural? So pure!" They had grown quite close together, in the heat of their argument. She could feel his breath on her face.
"I-I don't know, Moritz." He realized how close they were and pulled away. He stood up, slinging his satchel across his shoulder.
"Will you walk with me?" he asked, offering his hand. She smiled.