Burning monarchy

10 - Simon

Simon took the bus home after saying goodbye to Wille. He felt good finally having spoke the three words, he had been too hurt to say before. He felt like it was the right time to return them. Wille deserved to know it.

When he got home, Sara was sitting at the kitchen table, drawing anime characters.

"Where have you been?" Sara asked Simon, just like she always did. Sometimes Simon found it a bit annoying.

"I was at Hillerska" Simon sat down, and started to peel and orange.

"Hillerska? Why where you at Hillerska?" Sara stopped drawing and looked up at Simon, that was almost done peeling the Orange.

"I had to say goodbye to Wille"

"Oh so you finally made up huh?" Sara smiled, with a funny look in her eyes. She was teasing Simon.

"Yes we did Sara" Simon was saying with a slightly annoyed, but also a bit happy voice.

"Ugh, August should just rot in hell" Sara looked back at her drawing.

Simon got confused, what did August have to do with the situation?

"What do you mean?" Simon asked. Sara looked confused up at Simon.

"He leaked underage porn Simon? You don't think that's bad?!" Sara looked very confused now. But Simon was even more confused.

"Are you saying August leaked the video?!" Simons voice started to raise. His heart was beating faster. Sara looked very lost.

"Wilhelm didn't tell you?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Wille knows?!" I couldn't be true, Wille would have told him.

"Yes" Sara shaked her head "Felice found out a bit before Christmas, and told Wilhelm right after"

What

Had Wille known all along that August leaked the video? Had he known it before he said it wasn't him in the video? And he hadn't told Him?!

Simons heart fell to his feet, and he ran to his room.

He couldn't believe it. Wille had lied to him yet again. But this was worse. He had every right to know that August leaked the video. In fact, Simon was the only one of them that you could properly see. Why was Wille being so selfish?

He just thought they were back on track, he had just forgiven him. He couldn't trust him anymore. This time Wille had crossed the line. How could he?!

And then, Simon remembered the words he just told Wille an hour ago. Instant regret swallowed him. Making it hard for him to breathe.

Why did he say that? He knew it would just end up hurting him no matter what. That was what love did. It hurt. He knew that, and he had promised himself to never trust love again. He was so stupid.

He had thought Wille was different, how stupid of him. Of course he wasn't different. He was just like everybody else. A selfish teenager, thinking playing with feeling is fun.

He was so mad at Wille. His anger was like a fire in his body, burning up all his empathy and happiness. He needed to get out. He couldn't burn up in here.

He ran out of his room, and turned right to the front door. He ran out. He just ran. He didn't know where he went.

He could feel the wind in his face, cooling the fire inside of him. Making him feel sad. He started crying. The tears fell slowly down his cheeks, as he ran fast forward. He felt so much. The sadness was filling his body, making him shake slightly. But the anger had taken over. The fire inside of him was running in his blood. Making his body warm, in the cold winter air.

His heart was hurting. It was like a hundred knives digging into it. Making it bleed so much it was impossible to stop.

So he just ran. ran, ran and ran. And when he finally stopped to check where he was. His heart sank deep.

How ironic

Simon was standing right outside the football field.

The people that were all made out of metal, were just standing there. Stiff. Just like him.

The grass lit up a bit. Just like Wille had described that night.

Simon didn't know what to do. So he just sat down. Letting all the tears fill his cheeks.

He started to let go of all the anger. Slowly letting the sadness take over his body.

Simon didn't know how long he sat there. It felt like hours, yet only minutes. The only thing he knew, was when he got home, everyone was asleep.

A/N
I'm sorry