"How could he? How dare he?..

Gunther asked himself, nervously stepping on the grass between the trees. The Scheller Forest was damn quiet at this hour, as if it indulged all its guests. How dare Hans reject him so brazenly? Yes, their love seemed to be something forbidden, but nothing could break it, not even a quarrel. and this insolent man dared to choose his sister Hilde. Hilde! Hilde Scheller! this girl who managed to make almost all the guys fall in love with her! and even Paul was out there somewhere, probably with some girlfriend... And he was alone. alone with his love taken away.

Gunther was drunk, and from this feeling raged in him like the waves of the sea. he stumbled over rocks and branches, almost falling, until eventually he ran out of steam and sat down under a tree. he wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't flow, he wanted to hit something, but his hand wouldn't rise. If he had a gun on him, he would have shot Hans... But no, he loved him too much. and no one could understand him, no one could caress him at this difficult moment... Or was there someone who could?