Young Royals: the story continues

Simon: Christmas gift

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They both sighed unconsciously, because at last they rested from searching to each other; in their case an embrace had always been the way back and the simple touch between two lost souls could lead them to find each other as many times as necessary.

Because from the first melody of that blessed Simon's voice that made the prince fall in love, from the brave time that her lips acted for them one night of horror movies, from the time that both bodies were left without any kind of cloth in between and joined together without shame or fear... from these first times would be when the most beautiful love adventure ever written would begin
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The Christmas vacations have already passed, this time there was not the excitement that was usual of course, because the air of melancholy was present in every song I sang at parties for the community; I was mentally taken back to school where Wille was staring at me with a half smile trying to disguise it but failing in the attempt.

I had never wished for something with all my might as a gift for Christmas. However, this was the exception, I only longed for one thing: to see his eyes one more time and to be infected by his smile so that I could finally smile too...

Before, I had never felt the need to receive anything because I knew I didn't need anything, and now I only needed him.

In my bed after arriving from the Hillerska choir's performance for Bjarstad, I was sitting with my head between my knees sobbing, still not understanding why Wille had done it.
It was already a habit, crying and feeling my nose freeze from the snowstorms that formed outside the house, almost every night.

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Today, after a month, it's back to school. And I find myself already in the classroom at seven o'clock in the morning with half an hour's notice sitting and looking towards Wilhelm's seat feeling a pang in my chest. He is not there, only his place is empty.
Sara sits down next to me.
-Simon? what's wrong? -she asks noticing my facial expression. Both she and my mom have seen that this last week I have been much more stable emotionally speaking, however today the Simon of last Christmas has returned; I was prepared to see Wilhelm back to school, in fact I was preparing for that moment and how to act in his presence. Now all those ideas and rehearsals only exist in my mind because there is no scenario where Wille and I share it.

I decide it's best not to answer her question, because she has surely figured out why. We both smile but unwillingly, in a condescending way.
A couple of days ago I thought I could get over it, and now I'm afraid I might not.

The algebra teacher starts the class by welcoming us back and then goes on with what he has planned for his lessons today. But at this moment I am not interested in the least in the classes or the homework or even the grades he hands out at the end of the hour of the last exams, just now I would like to know what has happened to him.

In the afternoon we go to the general dining room of the school and, when we finish lunch I notice that on the way back to the classrooms Sara is accompanied by Agust, chatting. It bothers me a lot, how can she be talking to him?

The day goes by calmly but Sara's situation has left me uneasy, back home in the bus I meet my friends and while we talk, I tell them about Wilhelm and Sara, Wilhelm's situation seems to them as strange as it does to me, especially because not even the media have touched the subject, nobody has made public the state of the crown prince and much less if he has decided to change school. And it's the same with Sara, what I tell them leaves them puzzled and rightly so.

-Farewell Rosh and Ayub - I say saying goodbye to both of them at the bus stop with the sun rising behind the houses in the neighborhood. I head to the entrance, Sara texted me explaining that she is meeting Felice at the stables today, that's why she couldn't join me on the bus today.
-How was your day today? -Mom asks me with a friendly smile, opening the door as soon as I knock on it.
-Well, mom," I add hiding the truth because I honestly don't feel like answering that question with explanations, "everything was great. How was yours?

As we both prepare the table for dinner, she tells me about her day and some inconveniences she had at her new part-time job.   

Sara arrives just in time, dinner goes smoothly and without much conversation, so I thank her and pick up my plates to finally head to my room.
I drop onto the bed, take a deep breath and decide to let my thoughts run free; sadly those thoughts turn into desires: Wille lying on his side staring at me, his warm fingers wrapping around my curls and descending to my cheeks....
Immediately tears well up, wetting the pillow with that vivid image.

-How I wish I had you," I whisper several times, "How I wish this was all just a bad dream, one of those nightmares that feel real but then you calm down when you wake up and find out that none of it was really happening.

The minutes pass and just when I think I'm close to falling asleep, my cell phone vibrates.

It's a message from Wilhelm.

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