It'll be OK, after Christmas

I'm fine

There is mention and suggestion of an eating disorder in this chapter. Please make sure your careful of this could trigger you <3

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*Wilhelm POV*

I stood from my bed, and unpacked my bag.

The next time I checked my watch, it was 12:45 pm - 15 minutes until lunch. I returned to my bed, lay on my front and picked up my phone. I opened Instagram and immediately checked Simons account. Nothing new. I don't know what I expected to be honest.

I caught up with everything I had missed in the last hour and thirty minutes (not much) before heading down for lunch.

I knew Simon was going to be there, so I began planing what I was going to say if I sat near him. I thought making small talk would be the best choice. I thought of the questions I could ask and what my response would be if Simon asked them.

"What did you do over the summer?" Not a lot, I had a fair few interviews about pretty much nothing

"Are you looking forward to the new term?" Oh yeah!

"Do you have any plans?" Nah, not really.

By the time I had thought of as many questions and responses as I could, I was at the dining room. Simon hadn't arrived yet, so I made sure to sit somewhere with plenty of space.

I ate slowly, waiting for Simon to appear, but he never did. The space I left filled up quickly with people trying to make conversation with me. I wasn't interested and my concern for Simme only grew as time slipped away.

After half an hour, I got up and grabbed some bread and butter, wrapped it in a napkin and put it in my pocket. This made me think back to the morning after our first night together. I wondered if it was wise to bring him food if he hadn't turned up - it was probably for a reason, but I continued anyway. He may have lost track of time and want food.

I set off in search for him.

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*Simon POV*

I jumped on my bed and looked around my room. It looked a lot more homely now. There were various ornaments laid out on the chest of draws, a small set of stationary laid out on the desk and an alarm clock by my bed.

I looked over to the clock.

1:12pm.

I didn't want lunch today.

I got up and stood in front of the full length mirror. I looked at my reflection with dissatisfaction. I turned sideways and placed my hands on my back and my stomach.

I still wasn't happy.

I can go a little bit longer.

"I'll eat tonight" I promised myself.

I returned to my bed and lay down. I reached for my phone and started scrolling throw Instagram. I stayed like that until I got bored. I rolled onto my back and looked at the time on the clock.

1:45pm

I forced myself out of bed and out my room. I walked down the corridor, headed for the music room.

I found an empty one and sat down at the piano. I allowed my finger tips to hover over the keys. I thought back to a few months ago, when he showed me how to play.

My fingers made contact with the keys and I played the phrase he had taught me. I felt a familiar warmth in my blood. I missed this feeling. I allowed myself a small smile.

Someone cleared their throat from the door way.

Fuck. Not again.

Wilhelm stood in the door way. He wore a nervous smile and walked towards me.

I stood up from the piano stool, but didn't move. We walked towards me and positioned himself next to the piano.

"Hey" he spoke first. His voice laced with caution and concern.

"Hey" I replied

"I didn't see you at lunch, you OK?"

My heart dropped a little. An overwhelming sense of guilt engulfed me.

"Yep, I'm fine"

"Good. I bought you some bread" he pulled a small package out of his pocket and handed it to me

It felt rude to decline, so I took it and dropped into my pocket.

I checked my watch, looking for an excuse to escape.

2:03 pm

"Shit. It's 2:03. We've gotta get to class" I walked past him and hurried down the corridor.

I ran back to my dorm and grabbed my books for economics. As I emerged, a boy stood opposite me, just about to enter his own room. His eyes looked at me in confusion. I held my breath.

"So... you board here now?" Wilhelm spoke.

"Yeah, I guess so" we looked at each for a minute. "I'm really sorry, I gotta go."

Wilhelm smiled, nodded and disappeared into his room. I hurried off down the corridor and walked into the economics classroom.

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The story is beginning to pick up a bit more now, and I have some plans for the coming chapters :)

Do you guys prefer Wilhelm or Simon POV??

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