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Wille's PoV:
Free. A word, I would've never thought I'd say. But, also, a word, that describes me. Now. In this moment. I am free. For the first time, the hurting in my chest stopped. It stopped so suddenly. As soon, as I felt his arms around my neck, his lips on mine, our salty tears interwinding, I felt it stop. My heart stopped racing. The moment was ours.
I couldn't even hear or look behind him. There was an aura around him, that made everything other, than him, appear blurry. Like, he was the only person in the world. It wasn't so far from the truth. In the end, he always was the only person. The only person, that mattered to me.
I had a hard time to accept that. My mother was in the foreground for the last few weeks. Months. It always made me sick to the stomach just thinking about her. How she was lying in bed, not getting anything into her mouth. It was horrifying. It is horrifying.
Which made the thought worse, was that I almost became the new king. How on earth should I have survived this? The sting in my chest wouldn't have gone away with that. Nightmares started appearing about this. How the crown was brought up to my head and it would fall down again. How I would fall on the ground with it and collapse. How I would disappoint everyone.
And those stopped too. Always, when he stroked a strand of hair out of my teary eyes. Always, when he caressed my cheek. Always, when he said 'I love you'. Everytime, I close my eyes now, there's only his smile mirroring in my memories. This has gone this far, that I hear his laugh halling in my ears, if I think about it.
I would always recognize his hands too. Whenever they unconsciously went through my hair. Whenever their fingers re-ran the lines of my jaw. Whenever they touched me. My heart calmed down at that. At the touch of his hands. If he squeezed and thumbed mine with his, I felt the pain easing behind my chest.
The race in my heart started again, before and after talking to the Queen. It still wasn't easy to get her to completely understand me and my feelings. She was and is stubborn. He would always say that this stubbornness would parallel in me. It was ok with me, when he said this. Because, he is who he is. And he knows me the best.
Fortunately, the pain abaft my ribs, wasn't that strong, when he was in a room with me and my mom. At least, not anymore. The first time, they officially met each other, wasn't the best. Well, it was quite the opposite. Since the crown was not meant for me anymore, it easened. The pain easened. And, if he only hovered his hand over mine. His hands really were a miracle.
Which also fitted into this category, was his voice. Oh, his voice. Hearing it for the first time, is like going to heaven and he's the angel waiting for you. I'm still wondering, how a human being can be this good at something. If I could set this as my alarm, I would. Listening to his voice every morning was a dream, I would always dream, never thinking it would actually come true.
I've had such dreams often. More about him, than about anyone other. Ok, only about him. His touch felt so real in those dreams. His nose nuzzling into my shoulder, so soft it could've been true. His hands dancing up and down my arm. His lips slowly meeting mine. His curls getting painted light brown from the sun, while his skin was also glowing in it. Yeah, he is a dream, I never thought would come true.
From the start of being free, I promised myself to take good care of him this time. It could've been the last time he's accepting my apology. He accepted my apology often. We still fought a lot. But, this time, we didn't break up immediately. Instead, we talked about it. We listened to the other. We learned to understand each other.
I also got to know Linda better. Even though I rather was at theirs because of her son, of course, I usually ate at theirs too. And Linda, the heartful lady she was, talked and listened to me. It was a good feeling to have someone, who listened to me like my mom should have done.
At first our relationship started fragile, because of what happened. Everytime she opened me the door and watched me with this look, I felt my heart aching again. One day, he wasn't there yet and his mom was opening me the door again. After, she was sitting in the living room, I sat on a chair in the kitchen. Finally, we talked and, in the end, we both watched her favourite cooking series. Then, the sting in my chest stopped.
His friends had a really long time accepting me. We didn't meet a lot. But, whenever we did, they were judging me just by looks. It made me so uncomfortable, feeling my chest tightening at that. Good thing, he was always there with me and tried to settle the tension between me and his friends. Eventually, we also talked things out and it got, at least, a little better. Not the best, but better.
Since giving up the crown, I started changing things. Changing my looks, changing the way I behaved and, overall, changing into the better. The pressure, that was sitting on my shoulder for my whole life, finally flew away. That stinging in my chest slowly but surely grew smaller. My smile came back to life. And, the best of all, I had him by side again. Simon.
Simon. The person, who helped me getting through all this drama. The person, that trusted in me from the start. The person, that made me realise I deserved something better. That I deserved a better life. A realer life. He never actually left me.
Unfortunately, it took a long journey, until I finally recognized this. Recognized everything. Again, Simon helped me with this too. Now I know, that I need him. Forever. That I needed his touch, his presence, his beautiful voice, his pretty laugh and his help. Especially his help. Luckily, he would always help me. And I would do the same.
"Wille?" Oh, yeah, there he is. His hands lined my jaw softly. We were in bed, him barely even awake. "I love you, Simon." A confused smile played on his lips. When he shook his head shortly, his shiny curls bounced with the move. I stroked one of them out of his gorgeous face. "I love you too, Wille. Whyever you said that now so suddenly."
Shrugging, I watched his brown eyes darting into mine lovely. And his laugh filled the room with sounds. Before he was done, I already laid my lips on his, holding the kiss long. After we parted, his eyes sparkled even more. He pecked my lips once more, caressing his hand through my hair. Yeah, I definitely love him. Very very much.