"Broken Boys" - A Young Royals Continuation

Chapter Thirty-Six

Wilhelm's week had passed in a haze of purely Simon, Simon, Simon.

That boy filled his every sense; he was intoxicating.

And that was the reason that Wilhelm began to grow worrisome.

He was starting to depend on Simon.

Depending on him like life depends on the simple things such as oxygen and water.

That was dangerous.

Wilhelm depended on his mom once too.

She had failed him.

Wilhelm depended on August.

He—well— he had done worse than fail.

And Wilhelm depended on Erik most of all: his older brother, role model, and best friend.

But Erik was gone.

Forever.

He had left Wilhelm alone to struggle with the challenges of the world such as a love so strong it hurt sometimes. Most times.

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The poor, overthinking boy was wrenched from his chaotic thoughts by a gentle tap on his shoulder.

A tap from his boy.

Simon.

"You okay?" A concerned expression met Wilhelm's eyes.

"Yeah, fine," he managed to breathe out, trying not to choke over his words at the incredible sight of Simon's deep brown eyes glittering in the glowing softness of the moonlight streaming in through the slightly parted curtains. "Just thinking."

"Penny for your thoughts?" Simon inquired, eyes crinkling, trying to lift the mood.

"I'm not really in the mood," Wilhelm snapped, shortly, regretting it immediately. "Sorry."

"S'fine."

"No, really. I'm just... in a bad place, I guess. And I miss Erik."

Simon hummed thoughtfully. It wasn't really his area of expertise— this brotherly relationship. He had Sara, but not entirely. She wasn't really his in the sense of sisterhood. Sometimes, she was a friend, and other times... distant. He missed her.

"Yeah, I get it," Simon remarked quickly.

"Do you?" Wilhelm raised his eyebrows, tears pricking at his skin. "Do you get it, Simon?"

"No, that was stupid. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it. I don't get it."

"I'm going to take a walk."

And with that, Wilhelm left.

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Authors Note:

Why the fuck am I back here two years later? Beats me. Truly. I don't know why I'm here.

Regardless?! Let's dedicate this chapter to the devoted hoes who maybe, just maybe, would still be open to seeing my gorgeous face on your Wattpad.

Hi. I love you all.

P.S: the two years that have passed have not boded well for me... she has been hospitalized twice, changed schools, parental divorce, broken heart... no it doesn't get better! Laughing through the pain :)

As always, love, love, love. < 3