Young Love

Snow and wind

TRIGGER WARNING! Drug abuse, accident, suicide attempt.

Christmas break: Time to recover from all of this shit that had happened before I arrived home. Maybe this won't be that tragic? I thought. I still have some optimism in me, right? Yeah, well...

I woke up, stretched my muscles a little bit, and put some clothes on. And then I was looking at the view from my room's window. It was beautiful, almost magnetic. I could see the most precious landscape. Those mountains stretched out to form a barrier from the rest of the world. When I looked down a bit, I saw the lake, where my brother and I used to swim when our parents didn't see us. The water was always chilly. We loved it! It kinda reminded me of the feeling of freedom. Like we were just people, without any specific title. Just me and him being goofy. I would love to feel that again. I didn't know how, but I had a small glimpse that it would happen someday. Even without Erick.

Now, it was time for breakfast. The most important meal in your day, as my mum always says. I went to the dining room, sat on my very old-fashioned chair, and then I said hi to my parents. I smiled at them. Maybe they would do the same. No? Okay, well, they didn't. But they will do this next time, that's what I kept telling myself.

I was eating some pancakes and drinking my morning coffee.

-Since when do you drink coffee? Especially without milk? My mother asked.

-I don't know. It tastes good, I believe.

To be honest, I've never been a coffee drinker. The complete opposite of the stereotypical Swede. I remembered the day when Simon and I were drinking it, and then I had a huge dose of adrenaline in my veins, so I started to '' fight" with him, then we ended up kissing and...

-Emm... thank you for the meal. It's delicious. I blushed, coming back to reality.

I got up pretty quickly and went to my room. I was listening to some music, Billie Eilish mostly. I was wondering what Simon is doing now. He's probably cleaning his house with his family or preparing some food. I've never done this here at the palace. We have housemaids and cooks. So why would we? After a few moments, a flood of creativity came to me. I could sneak out and help with the cooking! I headed out of my room and closed the door silently. Okay, here we are. I had to go straight at the end of that corridor, go downstairs, turn left, and... yeah, there would be a kitchen! It was a brilliant plan in my head! Turned out it wasn't that easy. At first, I saw one of my bodyguards at the very first second I was out. I felt a heart in my throat. I waved at him, and I was trying not to smile awkwardly. His reaction was... well... He didn't have any specific reaction. He just ignored me. Ouch, that should've hurt me, but at that particular moment, I was extremely glad that he did that. I keep walking and then BOOM! I hit the door, obviously.

-Prince Wilhelm! I am so sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me, Your Majesty! Said one of our secretaries.

-It's okay. Don't worry about it. I said and tried not to touch my pulsing head.

-Where are you going anyway? The old lady asked.

-Ehmm... To the restroom. I muttered.

-You have your bathroom in your room. Is there any problem with it? The woman raised her eyebrow.

-No! No, no-no. It's just... I want to take a bath with a different view this time. You know, the trees and stuff like that. I acted.

-Absolutely! What a fantastic idea you have. Your Majesty! She added with a fake smile.

-Thank you. I smiled at her and saw that she had walked in the opposite direction, carrying a lot of papers.

I was sure that I would have a horrible headache, but I kept going and finally, I saw the staircase. I went down, intending to turn left, but I heard someone, so I hid behind some antic vase.