Wilhelm and Simon. A classic case of right person, wrong time.
Being the crown prince of Sweden is hard. Being the 'gay' crown prince of Sweden is ever harder. Wilhelm was able to make the media believe it wasn't him but in that process he hurt Sim...
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TW: CONTAINS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Prince Erik Of Sweden
2000 - 2021
A prince, a brother, a son
Who left us too soon
Rest In Peace
His favorite flowers were lilies. So that's what I brought him. I laid them on the dirt. They almost looked like they belonged there. But they didn't. Because Erik didn't belong there. If anything I belonged there.
I am a monster after all.
Only a few more hours until I have to go back to Hillerska. Until I have to see Simon again. Maybe he'll give me a chance with the new year.
Speaking of the new year, New Years was like how you would expect it. Empty. Lonely. Saddening. Erik was the life of the party. He was our family's sunshine. Our glue. He knew how to please our parents while making me feel like I had somewhat of a choice in what I did.
Maybe if he was still here I wouldn't have had to lie to the public. Maybe I wouldn't have had to lie to Simon. Maybe we could still be together. Maybe August wouldn't have even posted the tape. Maybe I would still consider August my cousin. But I don't. And I never will.
August has tried to reach out to me. Him and his family came over on Christmas. I ignored him, not willingly but because I have nothing to say to him. When I see his face all I see is betrayal and pain. Not my cousin or someone who swore to protect the royal family, my family, forever. I definitely don't see who Erik saw.
And before I know it, I'm crying. It's the same silent sob as the one I cried during his funeral. Not the one I cried when I first found out he died. A cry somehow more and less painful. A cry that shows that I'm too hurt to make a sound, but also a cry that seems like it's not as hurtful as it could be. But all I can do right now is nothing.
I start to choke on my breath, feeling like I'm drowning in air. My heart pounds a little harder than it did before. I fall to my feet. I just want to lie down with him. Maybe take a nap with him. I touch the soil, to make sure it's real. And I just wish it wasn't, but it is. The soil is real, the grave is real, the headstone is real, the lilies I placed are real. Erik is really dead.
Malin places her hand on my shoulder. It signifies that we have to go and that she's sorry. There isn't really anything to be sorry for. I stand up, my lungs still feeling like I've been drowned with air and tears still streaming down my face.
