#ch: mathilde

[simming-in-the-rain]

After the funeral/ Help me make it through the night (191x)

Mathilde is sitting at her dressing table, absentmindedly brushing her hair while looking at the photographs on the table wistfully. Georg enters, still in his funeral dress. He looks miserable.

M (without looking up): Why are you here?

G: Don't you know it?

M: I have a suspicion.

G: My ballad... I need you. I love you still…

*awkward silence*

*despairingly, on the verge of tears* I can’t bear it alone!

*He throws himself down by her side. She touches his head and he breaks into sobs. She strokes his hair as he cries.After some minutes of incoherent sobbing he begins to talk.

G: I miss her so much already!

M: I miss her too. I will never forget how much she did for me, back when I married you.

G: Us three against the world, remember?

M: How could I ever forget? How happy we were back then...

G: It could be like that again. We could-

M (incredulously): We cannot go back to the way we were. Nothing will be like that again.

G (softly): Perhaps it won’t, but why shouldn’t we bear it together, in good times and in bad times?

Our children need you. I need you. Won’t you stay?

M (with a great sigh): You make it sound so easy. Why can’t you understand? I can't share your life and your sorrows if you won't share mine. I had no one but you, and you failed me!

G: Nora-

M: I leave in a week.

*Silence. They’re still crying in each other’s arms*

[habemusmamam]

MATHILDE + INSPIRATIONS

[by-birdie-blog]

MATHILDE ROUSSEAU //

let justice be done though the world perish;

let justice be done though the heavens fall

[khoisani]

“Brav?”

[khoisani]

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