Prince's pov
I woke up to Luke's obnoxiously loud snoring. My bed felt cold without Anastasia. It always did.
I checked my phone to see what time it was.
5:46 am, 30th of May.
Everyone was now 17 so this would be our last year. It's gonna be weird not being in Institut Auf Den Rosenburg or whatever you call it.
I got out of bed and put on my black shirt, creeping to Anastasia's dorm.
The crisp air hit against my body.
I opened the door and closed it gently, waddling into Anastasia's bed, wrapping my arms around her figure.
She stirred in her sleep, slapping my hands.
I jumped at the sudden movement as she got up in panic, turning around quickly to see who I was.
"Oh. It's you." She huffed, laying back into my embrace.
I chuckled and rubbed her back, kissing her neck.
"Mmm, Prince. I need to sleep. Stop." She sighed, covering her neck with her hand.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
"It's okay, go to sleep, my love."
The words rolled off of her tongue smoothly as I adjusted my hands to her hips.
Her breathing got steadier as she snored quietly, making me softly giggle.
"Goodnight Anastasia." I muttered, getting up and walking back to my dorm to get ready for breakfast.
I did my hair and walked alone down the cold, empty corridors. I liked having solitude and me time occasionally.
I thought of what university would be like. Elle got accepted into Princeton the other day, Luke isn't going to university, he is going to box with Miles. They are both gods at Boxing. Henry is going to Cambridge with Katrina and Anastasia is going to Harvard Law. I'm going to Manchester University. I am the other side of the world away from Anastasia. Fuck, that's scary. She told me that we could be long distance and she would come home for the holidays.
My thoughts got interrupted by a shrill voice.
"Prince?!" Imogen ran to my side as I internally huffed.
"Hi." I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she was being.
"Do you wanna run with me?" She asked, going closer to me.
"No. No thank you." I said, loosing my patience.
"Why?" She urged.
"I'm busy." I spat, walking away.
"With what?" She asked, running infront of me.
I felt my anger rising. I hated it when people invaded my personal space.
"Fuck off!" I shouted which caused her to flinch.
"O-. Okay. Wow, I'm sorry." She mumbled, rushing away from me.
I kicked the wall in anger as I attempted to calm myself down.
I slid my back against the wall as my chest got tighter and the ability to breathe was going. I panted as I felt my anger whither and turn into overwhelming anxiety. Fuck, this is new.
My heart felt like it was beating out my chest as I could only make small gasping noises as my air access. I tugged on my hair as tears streamed down my face. I was hyperventilating as my chest grew tighter and tighter.
My body shook furiously as my mind was clouded with fear and dread.
I buried my head in my arms as I cried and hyperventilated more.
"Hey, hey, hey. Prince, it's okay. I'm here." I felt soothing hands on my arms as they pulled me into an embrace, rocking me from side to side. It was Imogen.
Her embrace was soothing and after a couple of minutes, I was calm again.
"Thanks." I panted, smiling and sitting across from her, leaning on the wall.
"I get those too. They're panic attacks." She smiled, looking at me.
"They're scary." I giggled.
"They sure are!" She exclaimed as we both fell silent.
After a couple seconds I asked, "hey, what uni are you going to?"
"Michigan." She smiled.
"Manchester." I said.
"I've heard that school is really-"
Imogen got cut off by clicking of heels.
Anastasia walked over to me and eyed Imogen fiercely. I wish she would know I only had eyes for her. My sweet Annie.
"What are you guys doing together?" She sneered as Luke and Elle trailed behind her, chatting happily.
"We are just talking about University's." Imogen spat.
"Stay away from my boyfriend. I don't like you being so close to him." Annie returned with a scarier tone, helping me up.
"Thank you, Imogen." I said as she walked away, smiling at me shortly.
"Why are you thankful to her?" Annie questioned.
"I had a panic attack and she helped me." I quietly responded so no one else would hear.
Annie's facial features turned to sympathy. "Prince, if you get those come to me. I would've helped you."
"I wanted to." I said, holding her hand gently.
"Come on, love. Let's relax in bed. We have an hour until breakfast."
Me and Annie walked into her dorm and laid down together.
She engulfed me into her embrace and kissed my head gently.
"Annie, you don't need to be jealous of Imogen." I sighed, looking up at her.
She let out a scoff. "I am not jealous."
"Sure you aren't." I chuckled, looking at the ceiling and letting out a tranquil sigh.
She playfully smacked my head and hugged my tighter, squishing my face against her chest.
"Y'know, it's only 2 months until school's over."
"Yeah, and then another fucking year of school."
"We'll get through it, hun." She mumbled.
"You might, I won't."
She giggled, kissing my jaw. "Prince , your stronger than you think."
I sighed in contempt. "I love you Anastasia." I whispered.
"I love you too."
"I've always loved you."
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