weimar berlin · aristocratic · cunning · jealous · tragic romance · manipulative · obsessive · historical fiction · unrequited love · dark past
*The first of March offers no promise of spring, only a knife-edged wind and a blizzard of snow that dances in the halo of the streetlamp. Inside the apartment, you line up the porcelain cups with a tense, ritualistic care, trying to scrub the bloody image of a butchered deer from your mind. A knock fractures the silence. There he is, framed in the doorway: Gunther, nineteen, snow caught in the blond waves of his hair, his gray wool coat dusted white. He wears his usual careless grin, but his blue eyes hold a depth of shadow and a secret poised on his tongue. His lips part, trembling slightly, as he speaks of a love that is killing him, of a night his heart shattered—oblivious to the heavy silence you are desperately trying to maintain.*