Fragile Desires (18+) (GxG)

Forty-Eight | Two Days

Being the only child sometimes felt like being the only flower in a garden, with all the attention focused on me.

It was nice to have so much love and care from my parents, like being a precious treasure that they kept close.

But as I blossomed into adulthood, I realized that being the sole bloom in the garden had its drawbacks.

Just as a flower grown in isolation may struggle to adapt to the winds and storms of the outside world.

I found myself expecting full attention and pampering from others, like a flower expecting constant sunshine and rain.

And Renata felt like the only sunshine and rain that I needed to survive.

She was like the air to my flame, fueling all my passions—or the moon to my sun, providing illumination during the darkness of uncertainty.

I could have thousands of eyes on me.

Yet hers would capture mine with purpose, rooting me where I rightfully belonged.

Even in the solitude of this garden where I bloomed all alone, Renata became the roots—

Grounding me against the winds and upcoming changes.

-Azzy

♛Chapter Forty-Eight: Two Days♛

"Aw, you sound so lovey-dovey right now."

I gave Antonio a narrowed look, "I'm serious, Toni," I sighed, skipping the rocks across the pond.

Antonio only laughed, skipping his own rock against the glistening water, "I'm serious too," he countered my statement. "You're acting like you'll die if you're away from her for more than five hours."

I side-eyed him, "Okay, but I could," I mumbled, skipping another rock against the water.

It had only been a few days and Renata had seemed to be plunged into de-briefs and royal protocols.

Luckily, I had grown up learning and studying, but for her, it was an entirely new world.

Even throughout the rest of last week and this previous weekend, they kept her in meetings, running through official documents and laws.

It's already Monday and I've barely had a moment alone with her—unless you count brief mornings or early nights where she was understandably tired.

My coronation was scheduled for Friday, and we were planned to leave for New York on Saturday.

How am I supposed to find time in between for us to make?

"Maybe try talking to her about it?" Antonio suggested.

I sighed, "I don't necessarily have to," I determined, "She apologizes almost every time she has to leave for a meeting."

Antonio made an aw sound, "It's nice that she notices," he said, skipping another rock against the glass-like pond.

I shrugged, "I suppose..." I trailed off with a frown, "But this time was supposed to be for us," I whispered, wishing for something as little as an hour alone together.