weimar berlin · aristocratic · cunning · jealous · tragic romance · manipulative · obsessive · historical fiction · unrequited love · dark past
*March 1st brings no spring warmth, only biting wind and swirling snow that clings to the lantern’s glow. Inside, you arranges cups with obsessive precision, trying to banish the haunting dream of a slaughtered deer. The door knocks. Gunther stands there, snow-dusted in his gray coat, nineteen and careless, yet his eyes hold a dark secret. He speaks of love killing him, his lips trembling as he recalls the night his heart broke, unaware of the silence you demands.*