Young Royals

Goodbye

And since the first season has come to an end, and the second season is now available, I think it's a good time to remember that horrible, awful, TORMENTING ending that made us look forward to the next season. To want to know so desperately what happened!

<< I love you... >>
<< Have a nice Christmas. >>

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I stand and look at him with narrowed eyes. Eyes red. Eyes that hurt.
Red because I've been crying all morning, I've been crying since last night when the news broke. I've been crying cause I am in pain. I'm hurting because the news wasn't what I wanted to hear. What I expected to hear. Rather, it is news I never, ever, EVER wanted to reach my ears.
I didn't want this to happen. This shouldn't have happened.
"The prince denies any involvement in the scandal that broke out at the Hilerska school, and demands that his name be cleared of shame."
He lied to me. He said we were in this together, that he wouldn't leave me, and I believed him. And now I stand here alone, scared and forsaken. He lied to me.
This is my main thought as I see him approaching me, his blond hair hiding his brown eyes. Red eyes... Was he crying...?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't look him in the eye.
I don't look at him at all.
I don't want to look at him.
I don't want him near me.
I don't want him here.
He shouldn't be here.
My gaze is averted as I refuse to meet his eyes, and I've shoved my hands deep into my jacket pockets.
He stands motionless in front of me, waiting for me to react, to break the silence, to say something, but no words come out of my mouth.
He came here... He wanted to speak to me. He had called me several times on my cell phone the night before, and I didn't answer any of them. And suddenly he was here... Knocking persistently on the door of my house. He lifted the neighborhood up. I had no choice but to open that damn fucking door that was threatening to collapse. It wasn't fair though. He forced me to face him. He forced me to listen to him, and I don't want to listen to him. I don't want to know, I don't care about anything he has to say.
It doesn't matter anyway. His actions showed me everything. All his real tentions. How willing he was NOT to fight for our relationship... For us...
He ruined our relationship. He let it fall, he abandoned it... He abandoned us... Completely.
He saw it disappearing and waved the handkerchief. He did nothing to save us, to save the sinking ship. I don't care what he has to say to me.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch his shoes moving as he swings up on his tiptoes. He is stressed, his attitude shows it. But I don't care. I'm in too much pain to even think about that right now...
When his voice finally reaches my ears, I still haven't turned to look at him.
<< Simon, please say something... >> he's begging me.
However, not a sound escapes my mouth.
There is silence again and then he speaks.
<< I didn't want things to turn out like this. You know that >> he starts telling me.
There is a pause again, but then the words pour out of his mouth like a torrent:
<< My mother, she is to blame! Simon, I swear, she made me say all those awful stuff, she pointed out the exact words, it's her fault Simon, not mine. It wasn't me. You know I would never do such a thing. I want to be with you, Simon, I never, I would never, never... >>
<< You would never WHAT? >>
I stop him because now I'm furious. I had no intention of speaking. When I decided to open the door to make him shut up, the last thing I wanted to do was listen to his ridiculous excuses. For me there was nothing to be said.
Nothing that could actually change the situation.
But since he's here talking to me right now, and I'm wasting my time with him and his lame excuses, then the last thing I plan to do is sit back and accept all that crap he tells me.
I'm not stupid. I know very well what happened. What HE did.
He did this. All of this.
I don't want to look at him and I do definitely not want to be near him
but at this moment I am so irritated that I fix my gaze on him and take a few steps towards him menacingly.
<< What would you NEVER do, Wilhelm? >>
I realize I'm shouting, so I stop and squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to contain myself. He doesn't dare to speak while I remain silent. When I open my eyes I am able to speak controling myself again.
<< Listen to me. >> i say calmly, but threateningly. << I don't want to hear anything else. No other excuse. You said you'd stay with me through all this, and you didn't. You said we were together, and you left me. You said you would defend me... >>
I don't realize I'm starting to cry until I feel a tear rolling down my cheek and dripping down my chin onto the ground.
<< I don't care who told you to say what, Wilhelm. The thing is, you said it. You said all this. Nobody else did. Only you. I care that whoever that someone was, your mother or anyone else, who doesn't know about us, about you and me, told you to say something... And you said it. You heard them, Wilhelm. You heard her! >>
I pause because I feel tears welling up in my eyes and flooding them. I stop so I can compose myself.
<< For once, stop blaming others... >> I mumble as I wipe my eyes with the backs of my hands.
<< Finally, take responsibility... Only for this freaking once... >>
I say these words softly, but loud enough for him to hear.
When I wipe my eyes, I look up at him and glare at him. With disgust. With a look full of sadness... Anger, rage, bitterness. With eyes full of tears and pain.
<< You lied to me. >> i state sharply.
<< You could, at least, have the guts to tell me the truth. You didn't fight for us. You never did. You were never about to.
I wish you had made it clear from the beginning... So that I wouldn't bother wasting my time with you. >>
I spit out the words like they're dross.
And I hurt... I hurt because I thought that I... That we... That...
How could I be so stupid!
<< Simon! I always wanted to be with you! >> he shouts. << I... >>
<<Enough! >>
I've said everything I had to say. I don't want to talk to him anymore. In fact, now I don't want to talk to him even more than I didn't want to, earlier. I take a few steps forward and walk past him to go back to my house.
But Wilhelm grabs me by the elbow and stops me.
<< I want to be with you... >> he tells me. << I just... I can't. Not in public. >>
With these words my eyes sparkle. They sparkle from disgust... And anger.
I turn and look at him, not because I want to face his honey eyes, which now remind me of retsina, but because I don't believe he's saying what I think he's saying.
No... Wilhelm, stop... Don't make it worse...
But he continues.
<< We can still be together... >> he says the words and they don't fill me with hope.
Don't say it, Wilhelm... Do not say it...
But nothing stops him.
<< Just me and you... >> he adds, and I feel like throwing up. << No one needs to know. >>
I jerk my hand and walk away because I can't believe he just suggested something like that. That he just said those words to me. After all this, after all that has happened.
After everything we've been through. Together. What an arrogant man! Wanting me by his side, with him, not being willing to do anything for me, nothing for us, nothing to claim me! Nothing substantial to keep me with him, next to him, nothing that I deserve. I do not deserve this.
Wilhelm doesn't deserve me.
I don't deserve him.
I deserve better than this.
Better than him.
His eyes are silently begging mine, and I feel my stomach churn in disgust.
How dare he...
<< Don't you dare bothering me again. >> i say without even looking at him. << We are done. >>
I walk away without even looking back, and as I open the door to enter my house I hear him calling me desperately.
His voice is thin, piercing, and breaks as he says my name.
<< Simon! >>
But I don't bend. I don't look back for a moment, I don't even give him a glance. I'm not backing down in the slightest.
I open the door of my house, I walk in and when I close it, I do it with a noise, with strength and confidence.
I am ending this conversation, as abruptly, sharply and decisively as I just ended our relationship.

Hello my blue bloods!

For those who don't remember how the first season ended... A reminder. This extremely painful ending. Let's remember it a little.

Because...

YOUNG ROYALS SEASON TWO IS FINALLY ON NETFLIX!!!

For those who don't know it, it is a series about two boys who fall in love. But since one is the prince of Sweden, it's hard for him to maintain his bond with a person next door, let alone a random boy.
Watch it. So worth it.

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And of course... Now that the second season is released... New content will be coming to the profile soon!

Ba patient!

Goodbye my blue bloods!