theo pov

We arrive home in the middle of the night. Feet hurting, chuckling about a joke only we get. We're both on our socks while we tiptoe through the yard and up the stairs in front of the manor. "So you're a prince now, right my love?" April asks. I chuckle "of course and and you are my prince/princess" now he's the one laughing. Goddammnit he's beautiful. How the hell did I land him? "You wanna go to bed?" I ask he shakes his head "Me neither" We run into the house and almost fall because the floor is slippery and our socks are wet. We kinda play a very chaotic game of catch with hide and seek. When he goes into a room hes never ever been in before. I wanna stop him but he's already inside.

The room is round and has several windows. The moon shines its beautiful light unto the objects in the room. it's a very messy room full of paintings and other art forms. One of the biggest portraits is one of basil holding a Lily of the valley. It's massive almost, it's 1,50 m by 1,20 or something. It's not a full body portrait it's only the upper half. almost all the other paintings picture a guy who closely resembles april. April is as silent as the night. You could hear a pin drop. April looks at the paintings and very gently touches them. Tracing his long fingers over the perfectly painted lips of that painting. "How did you know what I looked like" I sigh. "Your mom sent me Christmas cards." "Why didn't you write back?" I sigh and gesture at a big pile of old ubsent letters. "And besides, I knew I was in love with you and I was afraid of ruining everything and I thought you'd be mad at me for leaving" "why'd you think that?" "Because I was mad at myself for leaving I think." He looks through my sketchbooks and finds my poem and song notebook. "Please don't read those those are private" he smirks and I wanna grab it from his hands but I don't succeed. He begins to read one but I grab the book. "you're doing it wrong, it's a song. I sit down in front of the old piano that's in this room. I begin to play

September surprises us every year
We're looking at eachother after an overcrowded summer
And we've already changed but it doesn't feel familiar anymore
Now we suddenly realize that we weren't ourselves in September

September is the cruelest month, September
With so many things that have passed but still linger somewhere closer
They keep coming back to us sometime in September

September surprised us every year
We wished we could stick together after a much too short summer
And we've already changed, not for better or for worse
But changed, nevertheless in September

It's beautiful and I feel my eyes water. I wrote this in the year before I went to oxford, that year is a whole year that you won't find a trace of me on earth. But that's another tale. I wrote this about april, it was always so weird when we needed to split up again after a great summer together. I know deep down that I was in love with him. I feel his soft hand on my shoulder it trace my features and my imperfections. He guides my gaze towards his one. "I love you more than you could ever know, you are embedded in my soul, if I could give my life to make you happy I would, you are my soul, you are my other half, I don't want to lose you." My eyes involutarily start to cry. "You have no idea how much I love you, just stay with me" I say to him. "I will" we lay down on the floor. My head rests on his chest. Listening to the song of his heart. I doze off.

 the next morning I wake up really early and look at my phone. All the tabloids are speculating about april and other things about me. "Shit, fuck, why god?" I want to ignore it but can't just not read it. So many rumours, yeah sure I took a boy with me I'm gay, so what??? I'm not a real royal, there's been a dna test so I'm pretty sure I am. What? people think I hired someone to kill my family. Right....that's very weird. People think I'm schrizophrenic. Nope. I can't believe all these rumours but most make sense like that I was abused by my parents. Others are really weird like specualtion if I have tattoos or not. I mean that's not their business right? there are whole articles about me being a genius and about me getting heavily bullied in one of my boarding schools. Another boarding school is controversial because of an accident with a very unfortune student but that was two years after I was done there. I read another article when I see one which says that the year before I began to study I mysteriously disappeared. shit, I don't want to deal with this.

I shower and put on a dark academia outfit suit with a green carnation inside it's buttonhole. I step outside when I'm overwhelmed by people taking photo's and screaming. I stare at it for one second. I try not to fall or go back inside. I need to go to a museum with young upcoming artists. I go inside the car. Lady Gwedolyn is waiting for me, she will introduce me to being a royal. But I think she hates me. She's my aunt from my mom's side. "odd isn't it Clement?" "I nod as I text april that it perhaps might be better if he wouldn't go outside for today. "So tell me Clement what is true?" "What do you mean? and you can call me theo" "I will call you Clement If I like that." "Yes, ma'am" "so what's true" "I have a year that's private, I do have tattoos, one of my wrist and my personal favourite is the one on my back that's stars forming orion, I do have many scars, ummm I am a genius, I have been bullied and of course I'm gay but i'm not ashamed.' she nods.

We arrive at the museum, There are so many young artists, it makes me genuinenly happy. I love all the art in everyone's exhibition. I even know some of the artist from before. We arrive at lachlans part. I shake his hand and pretend nothing is going on between us. "Congratulations Lachlan, I'm sure this is a great milestone in your career." "It's like a dream come true your highness." 'You two know eachother?" Gwendolyn asks. "Oh yes we have even been in a relationship." I say before lachlan can say no. "But it didn't work in the end." I say. Lachlan stares at me with fire in his eyes. "Well, I can't wait to see your new work." We walk into the hall when I notice a very familiar painting, wait I know that painting, I know that person, it's one of april, I made that painting. What? I'm confused as I see that only a small part of the paintings is made by him. He's using my art to become famous, it angers me but I manage to control my anger. we go inside the next room where the last lachlan paintings are positioned. The biggest punches me in the stomach. I can't believe it. I see the painting I was most afraid of seeing ever again. the tattoo of orion shines one the painting