Fast Cars and Christmas Wishes: Chapter 317.12.20**Dear Diary,Yesterday was torture. Ja, my sickness is non-existent now, but I don’t know how to thank Alice Vargas for her help. I’ve been hitting my head against the wall trying to find a way to thank her. Flowers? Nein. A present? Nein. A card? Absolut nicht.I’m going to ask Charlotte what to do at work today. She might just have an idea for my predicament.Ludwig slammed the snooze button on his alarm as it went off. He groaned and turned over to see what time it was. 5:00 a.m.He got up and stretched. He grinned. No achiness and no dizziness. Today was going to be a good day. Ludwig still took a couple a
Fast Cars and Christmas Wishes: Chapter 213.12.20**Dear Diary,I don't get Fräulein Vargas at all. Every time I see her she either calls me something in Italian or she waves. And she is always touching me! She is always touching my arm or something! Why must she touch me all the time?! Gilbert needs to hurry his arsch up so I don't have to deal with her anymore.The past three days with Monika were pleasant. She is quiet and she does her homework before she does anything with me. If I could, I would have taken her up to the room I keep my training equipment in, but I just haven't done any training lately. For some reason, when I try to, I get short of breath and start coughing.
Fast Cars and Christmas Wishes: Chapter 19.12.20**Dear Diary,I will admit that I had the thought, "I need to change some things in my life." run through my mind, but I suppose Fate decided to take that to a whole new level. My morning was…eventful. Ja, let's say that…Ludwig's eyes opened to the sound of his front door opening. He frowned, looking at the digital clock on his nightstand. "Who the hell is here at 4:30? And why aren't the dogs barking?" he growled.He grabbed his pistol from under his pillow, getting up. He slowly opened his door. He made his way down the stairs and he stopped at the bottom, peeking around the edge of the archway leading into the kitchen. He squi