EeyoreLve

    Ludwig Beilshmidt sat alone in his apartment, his gaze fixed upon a flawless white cake. It had failed him. It was supposed to be a symbol of joy, of the constant thoughts of her that echoed through his pounding head, the sublime taste of the rich chocolate baked into its core had been a metaphor for the god like perfection that she embodied.    And she had thrown it in his face.      Now its brother, the portrayal of his pure affections taunts him. The proud German didn't tolerate ridicule, and he certainly didn't condone failure. The cake should be smashed to bits for such a transgression, shattered like his hopes for love, and spatt

There was a thunderstorm raging outside. The rain came violently pelting down upon your home while clouds clashed and pandemonium echoed throughout. Wind blistered wildly, tree branches thrashed left and right, electricity across the area was completely blown out. Everybody was powerless literally and figuratively to the outrage of elements. You were terrified to your core. Your body shook out of fear as you hid under the covers of your bed. Normally, during these kinds of nights, Ludwig would hold and comfort you. He would do anything distract to you from the noise. Thunder and lightning were childhood phobias that you never truly overcame