YOU - young royals sequel

twenty nine (29)

*simon's point of view*

one week later

the last week has been hell. wilhelm's anxiety was 10 times worse. once the headmistress knew what happened, we were both excused from classes for two weeks. he didn't leave his room.

day one

"wilhelm, he's safe. they're gonna monitor him. he will be fine. help is more effective when you ask for it," i told him.

"i know he's gonna be fine, will everyone stop telling me that?!" he yelled, "'he's there so he'll be fine,' i know! but he shouldn't have to be there! i should have helped him sooner."

i walked over to him. i opened my arms to hug him, but he lightly pushed me away.

"no," he said, as he walked over to the bathroom. he locked the door behind him.

i got into bed while he was in there. when he finally came out, he laid down too. but all the way at the other end. his body was turned away from me. i knew my place.

day two

i still wasn't allowed to touch him. he didn't talk to me. he wouldn't eat. he would get mad at me every time i asked him to.

"i can eat if i want to! i don't need you to remind me."

i would cower away every time it happened. it happened four times today. i knew it wasn't his fault, or my fault, or anyone's fault that he felt like this. but i felt like there was absolutely nothing i could do.

"i'm going to my room," i said to him, the last time he yelled at me at 9:15 p.m.

he just nodded.

when i got there, i slowly lowered myself onto my bed. this is the first time i would be sleeping here in a month. it's the first time i would be sleeping alone in almost two. i needed to fall asleep as fast as possible. thinking would only make it worse.

day three, four, and five

everyday i knocked on his door.

"what?" he would answer annoyed, every time.

i would ask him if i could come in. he would tell me no. i would ask him if he was hungry. he would yell at me for asking and tell me that if he was hungry, he could get food himself. so i would emerge back into my room.

i was letting myself think. i had nothing better to do now.

"why won't he talk to me?" i would ask myself.

my mind came up with endless responses.

he's just having a really tough time handling this. he'll talk to you when he's ready.

he's annoyed by you. you need to give him space.

you're being too clingy. he doesn't like when you do that.

he's falling out of love with you.

i jerked my neck, trying to shake the thoughts from my head. he loved me. he needed space. his cousin is in a hospital, for fucks sake, i needed to let him breathe.

i couldn't help but wonder how his anxiety was treating him. it hurt me that i couldn't be there to help him through this.

day six

i woke up with a text.