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The first day at Hillerska was a whirlwind for Simon. The grandeur of the place was intimidating, and the whispers of students eyeing the new nonboarder made him feel even more out of place. But then he saw Erik. The golden boy of Hillerska, with his easy smile and confident stride, seemed to light up the room. Simon's heart skipped a beat when Erik’s gaze landed on him, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Hey, you’re Simon, right?” Erik’s voice was smooth, effortlessly charming.

Simon nodded, his throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Welcome to Hillerska. If you need anything, just let me know.” Erik’s smile was warm, genuine, and Simon felt an immediate pull towards him.

“Thanks, Erik. I appreciate it,” Simon replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Days passed, and Simon found himself watching Erik from afar, admiring the way he effortlessly commanded attention, the way he made everyone around him feel special. But there was another pair of eyes on Simon, quieter, more tentative.

In class one day, Simon’s pen ran out of ink during an important lecture. He sighed, searching his bag fruitlessly for a spare. A soft voice broke his concentration.

“Here, you can borrow mine,” Wille said, holding out a sleek black pen.

Simon looked up, surprised. “Oh, thank you, Wille.”

Wille nodded, his eyes meeting Simon’s briefly before looking away. “No problem.”

Later that week, Simon forgot his textbook for a study session in the library. He was about to leave in frustration when Wille appeared, holding out his own book.

“You can use mine,” Wille offered quietly.

Simon took the book, their fingers brushing. “Thanks, Wille. You’ve been really kind.”

Wille shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. “It’s nothing. Just trying to help.”

Their brief interactions left Simon curious about the shy prince.

Later that day, Simon found himself alone in the music room, playing a melancholic tune on the piano. The soft creak of the door made him look up, and there was Wille, standing hesitantly in the doorway.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Wille said softly, his eyes wide and earnest.

“You’re not interrupting,” Simon replied, his fingers stilling on the keys. “Do you play?”

Wille shook his head. “Not really. I just... I heard you playing and it sounded nice.”

Simon smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. “Thanks. Do you want to sit down?”

Wille nodded and took a seat nearby, listening quietly as Simon continued to play. After a while, Simon stopped and looked at Wille.

“Do you come here often?” Simon asked.

Wille shook his head. “Only sometimes. It’s a good place to think.”

Simon nodded, understanding. “Yeah, it is. Thanks for letting me use your book, by the way.”

“It’s no problem,” Wille replied, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m glad I could help.”

The next day, after a particularly grueling day of classes, Simon found himself at the school’s garden, seeking solace in the twilight. Erik found him first, his grin lighting up the fading light.

“Hey,” Erik said, his voice like a soothing balm. “Rough day?”

Simon nodded, feeling the weight of his struggles lighten under Erik’s gaze. “Yeah, just... everything feels overwhelming.”

Erik stepped closer, his hand brushing against Simon’s. “You’re doing great, you know. Hillerska can be tough, but you’re tougher.”

Simon looked up, his heart pounding. “Thanks, Erik. That means a lot.”

They didn’t realize they were being watched by Wille, who had been searching for Simon. He stood a few steps away, his expression unreadable.

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As Simon lay in bed that night, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Erik: “Can we talk tomorrow? There’s something I need to tell you.”

The next morning, Simon felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. What did Erik want to talk about? His thoughts were interrupted by Wille, who approached him during breakfast.

“Morning, Simon,” Wille said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did you sleep well?”

Simon smiled, putting down his fork. “Morning, Wille. Yeah, I did. You?”

Wille nodded, looking down at his tray. “Not really. I kept thinking about... things.”

Simon raised an eyebrow. “Things?”

Wille sighed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Yeah, a lot of things. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a walk later. There’s something I’d like to show you.”

Simon hesitated, his mind flashing back to Erik’s message. “Sure, that sounds nice. What time?”

“How about right after classes?” Wille suggested, his eyes lighting up with a hint of hope.

“Okay, see you then,” Simon agreed, feeling a strange sense of anticipation.

Classes felt longer than usual, and Simon’s mind kept drifting to the two brothers. As soon as the final bell rang, he hurried to meet Wille, who was waiting by the old oak tree near the school gardens.

“I thought we could walk to the lake,” Wille said, leading the way. “It’s peaceful there.”

Simon nodded, following him. The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched under their feet. “So, what did you want to show me?”

Wille glanced at him, his expression serious. “It’s not really something to show. More something to talk about.”

Simon felt a pang of curiosity. “What is it?”

As they walked, Wille opened up about his struggles with fitting in at Hillerska, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

“I know I’m not like Erik,” Wille said quietly. “But I hope you can see me for who I am.”

“I do, Wille,” Simon replied, touched by Wille’s honesty. “You’re kind and thoughtful. I appreciate that.”

Wille stopped walking and looked directly at Simon. “It’s just that... sometimes I feel invisible next to him. Like no one really sees me.”

Simon felt a strange connection to Wille's words. “I see you, Wille. And I think you’re amazing just the way you are.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Erik appeared, his expression unreadable.

“Simon, can we talk now?” Erik asked, his eyes flicking to Wille before settling on Simon.

Simon glanced at Wille, who nodded slightly, a flicker of resignation in his eyes. “Sure, Erik. Let’s talk.”

As they walked away, Simon felt a pang of guilt leaving Wille behind.

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“Hey, Simon,” Erik began, his usual easy smile in place. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining our afterschool activities. How about joining our school soccer team?”

The school was abuzz with the excitement of the upcoming soccer match, an event that drew the entire student body together. Erik and Wille were both on the school soccer team, and their competitive spirits often brought out the best—and the worst—in each other.

Simon looked up, surprised. “Me? I don’t know... I’ll think about it.”

Erik nodded, unfazed. “Great. In the meantime, why don’t you come to our match tonight? It’ll give you a good idea of what we’re all about.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” Simon agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement.

That's how Simon found himself on the sidelines of the soccer field the following day. The energy was palpable, the stands filled with cheering students. Erik spotted him and jogged over, a serious expression on his face.

“Hey, Simon,” Erik said, his voice lower than usual. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course,” Simon replied.

Erik took off his watch and handed it to Simon. “Keep this safe for me, will you? I don’t want to lose it during the game.”

Simon took the watch, feeling the weight of the moment. “I will. Good luck out there.”

As Erik ran back to his team, Simon slipped the watch onto his wrist, feeling a strange sense of intimate connection. From across the field, Wille watched the exchange, his expression unreadable.

The game began with a whistle, and the intensity was immediate. Erik and Wille were on opposite teams, and Simon quickly sensed the tension between them. Erik played with a fierce determination, his movements fluid and powerful. Simon couldn’t take his eyes off him, mesmerized by his skill and presence on the field. Despite the rivalry, Erik and Wille worked with a synchronized grace that spoke of years playing together. Yet, there were moments of palpable tension, particularly when they came face-to-face. It was clear there was more at stake than just the game.

Simon found himself cheering for Erik, his eyes following every move. He felt a mix of admiration and something deeper, though he couldn’t quite name it yet. Oblivious to the growing complexity of his feelings, Simon simply enjoyed the thrill of watching Erik play. As the match progressed, the rivalry between Erik and Wille seemed to escalate. Their interactions became more intense, each one pushing the other harder. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, and Simon could feel the energy thrumming in his veins.

Near the end of the game, Erik made a spectacular play, scoring the winning goal for his team. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Simon found himself standing, applauding with all his might. Erik’s team lifted him onto their shoulders, celebrating their victory.

Erik caught Simon’s eye from across the field and smiled, a look of triumph and camaraderie. Simon felt a warmth spread through him, the watch on his wrist a constant reminder of the connection they shared. Wille, however, stood on the sidelines, his expression a mixture of pride and something darker. He walked over to Simon, his gaze lingering on the watch.

“Good game,” Simon said, trying to break the tension.

Wille nodded, his eyes never leaving the watch. “Yeah, it was. Erik played well.”

There was an awkward silence before Simon spoke again. “He asked me to keep this safe for him.”

Wille’s gaze softened slightly. “He trusts you.”

Simon smiled, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. “I guess so.”

As they walked off the field, Simon felt the weight of Erik’s watch on his wrist, unaware of the deeper currents of rivalry and affection that were beginning to shape his new life at Hillerska.

Erik approached Simon, a grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Simon. Thanks for coming to the match.”

“Of course. You were amazing out there,” Simon replied, his admiration clear.

Erik pulled off his sweat-soaked T-shirt and handed it to Simon. “Here, as a thank you for keeping my watch safe. And for coming to support us.”

Simon took the shirt, feeling a blush creep up his neck. “Uh, thanks, Erik.”

Erik winked at him. “See you around, Simon.”

As Erik walked away, Simon lifted the shirt to his face, inhaling the scent of sweat and something distinctly Erik. He blushed deeper, not fully understanding the feelings stirring inside him.

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The melancholy notes of Simon's piano drifted through the air, each chord a bittersweet reflection of his conflicted heart. Though drawn to Erik with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified him, Simon found solace in the ebb and flow of music. His fingers danced across the ivory keys, composing fragments of emotions he dared not voice aloud.

As twilight descended, casting long shadows across the shared home of Erik and Wille, the air grew thick with unspoken tension. They barely spoke, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering hostility. Erik was lounging on the couch, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Wille’s rigid posture as he entered the room.

“Enjoying the victory lap?” Wille asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Erik looked up, unperturbed. “What’s your problem, Wille?”

Wille’s eyes narrowed. “My problem? My problem is you parading around like the golden boy, thinking you can have everything and everyone you want.”

Erik raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Is this about the game, or is it about Simon?”

Wille’s jaw tightened. “You know damn well it’s about Simon. Why are you dragging him into your world? He doesn’t need to be part of your games.”

Erik smirked, his confidence unwavering. “Simon’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions. And maybe he likes being part of my world.”

Wille stepped closer, his fists clenched. “You always do this. You charm everyone, make them believe you’re something you’re not. But Simon’s different. He deserves better than to be another one of your conquests.”

Erik stood up, his demeanor still calm but firm. “You’re wrong, Wille. This isn’t a game to me. I care about Simon. And I care about you too. But you can’t decide who he spends time with.”

Wille’s eyes flashed with anger. “This isn’t about control. It’s about protecting people from getting hurt.”

Erik took a step closer, his voice steady. “I understand that you’re worried, but you need to trust that I’m not going to hurt him. We can both be his friends without it turning into a competition.”

The room was thick with tension, the brothers glaring at each other, neither willing to back down. Finally, Wille turned on his heel and stormed out, leaving Erik standing alone, his expression conflicted but resolute.

The next day, Simon approached the music department and signed up for the school choir, feeling a sense of relief and excitement for pursuing his true passion.

As Simon walked away from the music department, a new message buzzed on his phone: “Joining the choir, huh? Interesting choice. - W”

Simon's breath caught, his heart a staccato rhythm in his chest. Wille's words, even in text, carried a weight that both buoyed and burdened him. As he walked away, the morning mist curling around his feet, Simon felt suspended between two worlds – the familiar comfort of his music and the thrilling, dangerous pull of something new and undefined.

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As soon as Simon got seated in class he stared at Wille’s previous message and quickly typed back, “Yeah, I decided to follow my passion. Why is it interesting?”

A few moments later, his phone buzzed again. “I didn’t know you were into music that much. I’d love to hear you sing sometime. - W”

Simon smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of choir practices and schoolwork. Simon found himself spending more and more time in the music room, the piano keys a familiar and comforting touch under his fingers. Music brought him a peace he struggled to find elsewhere, and composing songs became a way to express the myriad emotions swirling within him.

One afternoon, after choir practice, Simon decided to stay behind and work on a new composition. He was deeply engrossed in his music when he heard the door open. He looked up to see Wille standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.

“Hey,” Wille said softly. “Mind if I listen?”

“Not at all,” Simon replied, his heart skipping a beat.

Wille took a seat nearby, watching intently as Simon played. The room filled with the melancholic melody Simon had been working on, and Wille found himself lost in the music.

“You’re really talented,” Wille said once Simon finished. “That was beautiful.”

Simon blushed, feeling a rush of pride. “Thanks, Wille. It means a lot to hear that from you.”

Wille hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I’ve been thinking... about what you said, about following your passion. It’s really inspiring. Sometimes I feel like I’m just going through the motions, you know?”

Simon nodded, understanding all too well. “I get that. It’s easy to get lost in what others expect of us. But doing what makes you happy... that’s what really matters.”

Wille’s gaze softened. “You’re right. Maybe I need to figure out what my passion is.”

That night, Simon sat in his room, strumming his guitar and jotting down lyrics in his notebook. His thoughts kept drifting back to Erik—his confident smile, the way he made Simon feel seen and appreciated. Simon sighed, his emotions a tangled mess. As he worked on the lyrics, his phone buzzed. It was a call from Erik.

“Hey, Erik,” Simon answered, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Hey, Simon. How’s it going?” Erik’s voice was warm and friendly.

“Good. Just working on some music,” Simon replied, glancing at his notebook.

“That’s great to hear,” Erik said. “By the way, I heard you joined the choir. Is that true?”

Simon smiled, feeling a bit shy. “Yeah, I did. Music has always been my passion.”

Erik sounded genuinely surprised. “I didn’t know you were so into music. That’s awesome, Simon. You have to sing for me sometime.”

Simon chuckled, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. “Maybe one day. When the time comes.”

Erik’s voice softened. “I’d really like that. I’m sure you’re amazing.”

Simon felt a warm glow at Erik’s words. “Thanks, Erik. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

“So, what’s your favorite thing about music?” Erik asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Simon thought for a moment. “I think it’s how it makes me feel. Playing the piano or writing songs, it’s like I can express all these emotions I can’t put into words. It’s a kind of therapy for me.”

“That’s really beautiful, Simon,” Erik said, his voice sincere. “I envy you for having something like that. I mean, I love soccer, but it’s different.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Simon replied. “Soccer is more about the team, the strategy. Music is more personal, more introspective.”

Erik chuckled. “Exactly. Sometimes I wish I had something like that. Something just for me.”

Simon felt a pang of empathy. “Well, you’re really good at soccer. You have a talent for bringing people together and leading them. That’s something special too.”

“Thanks, Simon,” Erik said, sounding genuinely touched. “That means a lot coming from you.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment before Erik spoke again. “So, have you written any new songs lately?”

“Yeah, actually. I was working on one before you called,” Simon said, glancing at his notebook.

“Can I hear it?” Erik asked, his tone hopeful.

Simon hesitated, feeling a bit shy. “Maybe not right now. But I promise I will. When the time is right.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Erik said with a smile in his voice. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

They continued talking for a while, the conversation flowing easily between them. Simon felt a deep sense of comfort and connection with Erik, but also a lingering confusion about his feelings. After they hung up, Simon returned to his lyrics, the words coming more easily now. He poured his emotions into the song, hoping to find clarity through his music. He picked up his pen and began to write:

Your eyes are a spark igniting my heart
But I’m lost in the shadows torn apart
You make me feel alive yet I’m scared to fall
Caught between the echoes and your call

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The pale morning light filtered through Simon's curtains, casting a soft glow on the scattered pages of his songbook. He had fallen asleep mid-composition, his pen still loosely held in his hand. As consciousness slowly returned, so did the memory of his late-night conversation with Erik.

Simon's fingers absently traced the words he had written, each line a reflection of his conflicted heart. He was so lost in thought that he barely registered the buzz of his phone. It was a text from Wille.

"Coffee before class? There's something I want to talk to you about."

Simon's heart quickened. He typed out a reply with trembling fingers, "Sure. Meet you at the cafeteria."

As he made his way to the school cafeteria, Simon couldn't help but wonder what Wille wanted to discuss. The crisp morning air nipped at his cheeks, mirroring the nervous energy coursing through him.

Wille was already there when Simon arrived, two steaming cups on the table before him. His eyes were unusually guarded when they met Simon's.

"Hey," Wille said, his voice tense.

"Hey," Simon echoed, sliding into the seat across from him. "What did you want to talk about?"

Wille's fingers tapped an erratic rhythm on the table. "I... I heard you talking to Erik last night."

Simon's breath caught in his throat. "Oh?"

Wille's gaze hardened slightly, jealousy flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, and it sounded pretty serious."

Simon shifted uncomfortably. "We were just talking.”

Wille's voice grew more intense, his emotions bubbling to the surface. "About what, exactly? How he feels about you?"

Simon felt a pang of frustration. "What do you mean?? Erik and I were just—"

Wille cut him off, his voice rising. "Just what? Talking about how perfect he is? How he always gets what he wants?"

Simon's temper flared. "What’s your problem?? Stop being so fucking dramatic, we haven’t done anything wrong!!”

Wille's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Maybe not, but you can't deny there's something between you two!”

Simon's anger surged, his voice trembling with emotion. "Why do you even care WIlle? I can take care of myself!"

Wille stood up abruptly, knocking over his coffee. "So it's my fault now? I'm the bad guy for caring about you?"

Simon clenched his fists, his anger barely contained. "Maybe if you stopped acting like a jealous fool, you'd see that I'm trying to live my life!"

Wille's expression hardened, his own temper flaring. "Live your life?! You can't even see what's right in front of you, Simon. You're so wrapped up in Erik that you don't even notice how I feel!!"

Simon felt a sharp pang of betrayal. "And what exactly am I supposed to notice, Wille huh?! Your jealousy? Your constant need for attention?"

Wille's eyes blazed with anger. "Forget it, Simon. Clearly, you're not worth the effort."

With that, Wille stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving Simon standing there, his heart heavy with guilt and anger. The remaining coffee dripped onto the floor, mirroring the tears that threatened to spill from Simon's eyes.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, the tension between Simon and Wille palpable. Erik, sensing the strain, tried to talk to Simon, but Simon brushed him off, needing time to process everything.

Simon found himself alone in the music room that evening, the keys of the piano untouched. His thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion and pain.

Why was Wille acting this way? Why did it seem like there was always tension between the brothers? He couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal, mixed with an intense frustration. It wasn't just Wille's jealousy that bothered him; it was the way it disrupted the fragile balance he was trying to maintain in his own life.

He thought about Erik and how everything seemed simpler with him. Erik was straightforward, his intentions clear.

But Wille? Wille was an enigma wrapped in layers of emotional turmoil. And now, Simon felt like he was caught in the middle of a storm, with no clear way out.

The knock on the door startled him, and he opened it to find Wille standing there, his eyes red-rimmed and weary.

"Simon, I'm sorry," Wille said, his voice breaking. "I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm just scared of losing you."

Simon's anger flared up again, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why are you so against Erik? Why are you acting this way?"

Wille looked away, unable to meet Simon's eyes. "It's complicated."

Simon felt a wave of frustration and hurt. His mind raced, trying to make sense of Wille's behavior. "Wille, we're friends, right? Just tell me why you're so against him."

Wille's jaw tightened, his hands shaking. "I can't, Simon. If I told you, it would change everything."

Simon's heart pounded with a mix of anger and desperation. "What is it, Wille? What are you not telling me?"

Wille looked down, unable to answer. "I just... I can't. Please understand."

Simon's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He thought about the tension between the brothers, the way Wille's eyes would darken with jealousy whenever Erik was around. He thought about the times Wille had been there for him, the quiet moments they had shared.

And now, this secrecy, this refusal to explain—it felt like a betrayal. But despite his anger, he also felt a deep sadness. He didn't want to lose Wille, didn't want their friendship to crumble under the weight of unspoken words.

Despite his anger, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Wille. Wille stiffened for a moment before tightening his arms around Simon, his tears finally spilling over.

"I just... don’t wanna lose you," Wille whispered.

Simon pulled back, looking Wille in the eyes. "Just... tell me when you’re ready, okay?"

Wille nodded, wiping his tears. "I will. I'm sorry."

They stood there in the music room, the silence filled with unspoken words and lingering tension. Simon knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but for now, they had reached a fragile understanding. Simon wondered how long this fragile peace would last, and what truths lay hidden beneath Wille's guarded exterior.

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The days following Simon's confrontation with Wille blurred into a haze of academic fervor. Simon threw himself into his studies with an intensity that surprised even his most dedicated classmates. The library became his sanctuary, its hushed atmosphere a balm to his tumultuous thoughts.

In the evenings, Simon found solace in the school's choral rehearsals. The intricate harmonies demanded his full attention, leaving little room for rumination on his personal dilemmas. As his voice blended with those of his peers, Simon felt a sense of belonging that had eluded him in recent weeks.

Erik, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in Simon's demeanor. The easy camaraderie they had shared seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a palpable tension. After several failed attempts to engage Simon in conversation, Erik cornered Wille in an empty corridor.

"What's going on with Simon?" he demanded, his voice low but charged with emotion.

Wille's posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Erik stepped closer, his presence imposing. "I'm asking you, Wille. What did you say to him?"

A bitter laugh escaped Wille's lips. "Why does it always have to be about you, Erik? For once in your life, can't you just step back?"

Erik's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Wille's voice trembled with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Simon. I care about him, Erik. Alot. And for once, I'd like a chance to explore that without your shadow looming over everything."

The admission hung heavy in the air between them, years of unspoken rivalry bubbling to the surface. Erik's expression shifted, a complex mix of emotions playing across his face. Surprise, understanding, and something akin to guilt flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, clearly wrestling with his response.

Finally, Erik spoke, his voice softer than before. "What do you want me to do? Simon is my friend too."

Wille's shoulders sagged slightly. "I know. I just... I need some space to figure this out. Can you give me that?"

Erik nodded slowly, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I'll try. But Wille, whatever happens... he has to make his own choice."

Wille met his brother's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. "I know. That's all I'm asking for - a fair chance."

As Erik walked away, his steps were heavy, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a palpable sense of inner turmoil. The conversation had clearly shaken him, forcing him to confront feelings and dynamics he'd previously ignored or been unaware of.

That weekend, August, Erik's cousin and a fellow senior, announced plans for an elaborate soirée at his family's estate. The news spread through the school like wildfire, students buzzing with anticipation.

Wille approached Simon after class, his demeanor uncharacteristically hesitant. "Would you like to go to August's party with me?" he asked, his eyes searching Simon's face.

Simon hesitated, his mind immediately conjuring images of Erik at the party. The thought of navigating that potential minefield made his stomach churn. Yet, as he looked at Wille's hopeful expression, he found himself nodding.

"Sure, why not?" he replied, attempting a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

The night of the party arrived, the air thick with excitement and the promise of youthful indiscretions. Simon and Wille arrived together, the latter's hand a comforting presence on the small of Simon's back as they navigated the crowded rooms. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the air as bodies swayed on the makeshift dance floor. Simon's eyes scanned the room, inevitably searching for Erik. When he finally spotted him across the room, their gazes locked for a brief, electric moment before Erik abruptly turned away.

Confusion and hurt mingled in Simon's chest. He allowed Wille to lead him to the dance floor, losing himself in the rhythm and the warmth of Wille's body close to his. Yet, even as he moved in sync with Wille, Simon found himself hyper-aware of Erik's presence, tracking his movements through the party. He noticed with growing unease how Erik seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, engaging in animated conversations with everyone but steadfastly refusing to look in Simon's direction.

The realization hit Simon like a physical blow: something had changed. The easy rapport he had shared with Erik had vanished, replaced by this strange, cold distance. His mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of the brothers' behavior. Had they spoken about him? What secrets lay buried beneath their strained interactions?

As the night progressed, Simon found himself increasingly distracted by Erik's conspicuous avoidance. Wille, ever attuned to Simon's moods, noticed his wandering attention. He gently took Simon's elbow, guiding him towards a quieter corner of the room.

"Hey," Wille said softly, his eyes searching Simon's face. "Are you okay? You seem a bit... distant."

Simon blinked, pulling his gaze away from where Erik stood across the room. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just... it's a bit overwhelming, you know?"

Wille's brow furrowed with concern. "Is it the crowd? We can step outside for a bit if you need some air."

Simon shook his head, offering a weak smile. "No, it's not that. I just..." He trailed off, unsure how to articulate the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

Wille stepped closer, his voice lowering. "Is it about Erik? I've noticed you looking at him."

Simon's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Wille's perceptiveness. "I... it's just... have you noticed how he's avoiding me?"

Wille's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Yeah, I've noticed. Look, Simon, I know things have been weird lately. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?"

Simon nodded, touched by Wille's sincerity. "Thanks, Wille. I appreciate that. I'm just confused, I guess. Everything feels so complicated suddenly."

Wille reached out, his hand resting gently on Simon's shoulder. "I know. And I'm sorry if I've contributed to that. I just..." He paused, seeming to struggle with his words. "I care about you, Simon. A lot. I want you to be happy."

Simon felt a warmth bloom in his chest at Wille's words, even as confusion continued to swirl in his mind. "I care about you too, Wille. I'm glad you're here with me tonight."

Wille's face lit up with a genuine smile. "Me too. Now, what do you say we grab another drink and try to enjoy the rest of the night? No more worrying about Erik or anything else, okay?"

Simon nodded, allowing himself to be pulled back into the party's atmosphere. "Okay. Yeah, let's do that."

As they made their way to the drinks table, Simon couldn't help but cast one last glance in Erik's direction. To his surprise, he caught Erik quickly looking away, as if he'd been watching their interaction. The moment was brief, but it left Simon with a renewed sense of the complex web of emotions entangling him and the two brothers.

As Simon watched Erik laugh at something August said, he couldn't help but ponder the complexity of the brothers' relationship. There was clearly more to their dynamic than met the eye, layers of history and emotion that Simon was only beginning to glimpse.

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Erik, true to his word, kept his distance, though his eyes often lingered on Simon during chance encounters in the hallways. His absence left a palpable void, one that Wille seemed eager to fill.

As autumn progressed, Simon and Wille's friendship continued to deepen. Their study sessions became more frequent, often extending beyond academic discussions.

One afternoon in the library, Wille leaned closer to Simon, pointing at a passage in his textbook. "What do you think about this interpretation?" he asked, his shoulder brushing against Simon's.

Simon felt a small jolt at the contact but didn't pull away. "It's interesting, but I'm not sure I agree entirely," he replied, turning to face Wille.

Their faces were close, and Simon found himself momentarily lost in Wille's earnest gaze.

Wille smiled softly. "Tell me more," he encouraged, his hand resting lightly on Simon's arm.

As weeks passed, these small touches became more frequent - a hand on the shoulder, knees touching under the table, fingers brushing while passing notes.

During a particularly challenging music theory class, Simon struggled with a complex harmonic progression. Wille noticed his frustration and moved his chair closer.

"Here, let me show you," Wille offered, gently taking Simon's hand and guiding it across the sheet music. "See how these notes connect?"

Simon nodded, hyper-aware of Wille's warm touch. "Yeah, I think I get it now. Thanks," he said, his voice slightly husky.

Wille's hand lingered for a moment before pulling away. "Anytime," he replied, his eyes meeting Simon's with a hint of something more than friendship.

Their conversations, too, began to take on a more personal tone. One evening, as they walked through a park near the school, fallen leaves crunching beneath their feet, Wille asked, "Do you ever think about the future, Simon? What you want after school?"

Simon considered for a moment. "Sometimes. It's a bit scary, though. There's so much uncertainty."

Wille nodded, his hand brushing against Simon's as they walked. "I know what you mean. But it's exciting too, isn't it? All the possibilities?"

Simon smiled, allowing his hand to remain close to Wille's. "Yeah, I suppose it is. What about you? What do you see in your future?"

Wille's eyes met Simon's, a warmth in his gaze that made Simon's heart skip a beat. "I'm not sure about everything, but I know I want people I care about in it. People like you, Simon."

Simon felt a blush creep up his neck. "I... I'd like that too," he admitted softly.

These moments didn't go unnoticed by Erik. From afar, he watched the growing closeness between his brother and Simon, his expression a complex mix of emotions. Sometimes, when he thought no one was looking, a flash of pain would cross his features, quickly masked by a forced smile.

As autumn deepened, Simon found himself looking forward to his time with Wille. The easy friendship they shared began to take on new depths. He caught himself noticing the way Wille's eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gentle touch of his hand when they walked side by side.

One day, as they huddled together on a bench, Sara approached them with a knowing smile.

"You two have been spending a lot of time together lately," she observed, her tone light but curious.

Simon and Wille exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them.

"We've become good friends," Simon replied, not quite meeting Sara's eyes.

Wille nodded, his arm casually draped over the back of the bench behind Simon. "Simon's great company," he added, a hint of protectiveness in his voice.

After Sara left, Simon turned to Wille. "Does it bother you? People noticing us together so much?"

Wille's expression softened. "Not at all. Does it bother you?"

Simon considered for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I don't think it does."

Wille smiled, his hand finding Simon's and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Good. Because I like being with you, Simon. A lot."

The warmth in Wille's voice made Simon's heart race. He squeezed Wille's hand back, allowing himself to lean slightly into Wille's side. "I like being with you too," he admitted quietly.

As they sat there, the sun casting long shadows across the school grounds, Simon felt a sense of contentment wash over him. The complications with Erik, the uncertainty of the future - all of it seemed less daunting with Wille by his side.

Yet, even as he basked in the warmth of Wille's presence, a small part of Simon couldn't help but wonder about Erik, about the unresolved feelings and unspoken words that still lingered between them.

The path ahead was far from clear, but for now, Simon allowed himself to enjoy the moment, the gentle pressure of Wille's hand in his, and the promise of something beautiful slowly blossoming between them.

It was on one such gray morning that Simon found himself face to face with Erik in an empty corridor. The sudden encounter left both of them frozen, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

Erik's eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now held a guarded look that sent a pang through Simon's heart.

"Hey," Erik said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," Simon echoed, searching Erik's face for any sign of the closeness they once shared. He found none, and the realization stung more than the cold wind outside.

Erik shifted uncomfortably, his hands deep in his pockets. "How... how have you been?"

Simon swallowed hard, fighting the urge to bridge the gap between them. "I'm okay. You?"

"Fine," Erik replied, his tone flat. A heavy silence fell, filled with all the things they couldn't say.

Simon's mind raced. Had he imagined the connection between them? The lingering glances, the soft smiles, the electricity that seemed to crackle in the air whenever they were near each other - had it all been in his head?

Erik, for his part, was waging an internal battle. Every fiber of his being yearned to reach out, to pull Simon close and confess the depth of his feelings. But the memory of his promise to Wille held him back. He had to give his brother a fair chance, even if it meant denying his own heart.

"I've seen you with Wille," Erik said, his voice strained. "You two seem... close."

Simon's heart clenched. Was that approval in Erik's voice? Or worse, indifference?

"Yeah, we've been spending time together," he admitted, watching Erik's face carefully for any reaction.

Erik nodded, his expression unreadable. "That's... that's good. Wille's.. I'm not saying this because he's my brother but.. He's a great guy."

The words hung in the air, each syllable driving a wedge further between them. Simon felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. So this was it - Erik was pushing him away, towards Wille. Any hope he had harbored of a deeper connection with Erik crumbled to dust.

"I should go," Simon said, his voice barely audible. "I have class."

Erik nodded again, his eyes filled with an emotion Simon couldn't decipher. As Simon turned to leave, Erik's hand twitched, as if to reach out, but he quickly pulled it back.

"Simon," Erik called out, just as Simon reached the end of the corridor. Simon turned, his heart in his throat.

For a moment, it seemed like Erik might say something more, might bridge the chasm that had grown between them. But then Erik's shoulders sagged, and he simply said, "Take care."

As Simon walked away, his vision blurred with unshed tears, he couldn't see the way Erik's composure crumbled. Erik leaned against the wall, closing his eyes against the pain that threatened to overwhelm him. He had done the right thing, he told himself. Wille deserved a chance at happiness, and if that happiness was with Simon, then Erik would step aside, no matter how much it hurt.

Later that evening, Simon retreated to the solitude of his room. The weight of the day's encounter with Erik pressed heavily on his chest. The spark he had felt with Erik, the potential for something deep and meaningful, now seemed like a distant dream.

Had he misread everything? Had Erik ever felt anything for him at all? The doubt gnawed at him, making him question every interaction, every shared smile, every moment he had treasured.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze falling on his closet door, slightly ajar. A flash of blue caught his eye – Erik's t-shirt, hanging among his own clothes.

With trembling hands, Simon reached for the shirt. It was the one Erik had given him after Simon had attended one of his games. The memory of that day, filled with laughter and friendship, now seemed like a distant dream. Simon brought the shirt to his face, inhaling deeply. The faint scent of Erik's cologne still clung to the fabric, a ghost of happier times. He closed his eyes, allowing the familiar scent to wash over him, transporting him back to moments of shared smiles and lingering glances.

"What if I've got it all wrong?" Simon whispered to the empty room, his voice thick with emotion. The shirt clutched to his chest, he lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Had he misinterpreted Erik's distance? The pain in Erik's eyes during their encounter flashed in Simon's mind. There had been something there, something more than mere indifference. But what?

Simon's thoughts raced, replaying every interaction with Erik over the past weeks. The careful distance, the averted gazes, the strained smiles – he had interpreted them as disinterest, even rejection. But what if...

What if Erik was holding back for some reason? What if his apparent approval of Simon's closeness with Wille was a mask for deeper, more complicated feelings?

Simon pressed the shirt closer, allowing Erik's scent to envelop him once more. The ache in his chest intensified, a mixture of longing and confusion.

As night fell outside his window, Simon remained motionless on his bed, the t-shirt still clutched to his chest. His mind cycled through possibilities, doubts, and what-ifs...

what could have been...

and what might never be.

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Autumn gave way to winter, the vibrant colors of the leaves fading into a stark, monochromatic landscape. The crisp air turned biting, and a thin layer of frost coated the ground each morning. The students at Hillerska bundled up in heavy coats and scarves, their breaths visible in the chilly air.

After August’s party, Simon found himself seeking out Wille's company more and more, finding comfort in his warm smile and easy laughter.

On a particularly cold afternoon, they were huddled together in the library, surrounded by textbooks and empty coffee cups. Simon couldn't help but notice how the soft library light caught the gold in Wille's hair, how his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over his notes.

"I think my brain is about to explode," Wille groaned, stretching his arms above his head.

Simon's eyes were drawn to the sliver of skin exposed as Wille's shirt rode up.

"Maybe we should take a break," Simon suggested, tearing his gaze away. "We've been at this for hours."

Wille's face lit up. "Great idea. Want to grab some hot chocolate? My treat."

As they walked to the school cafeteria, their shoulders brushing, Simon felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the prospect of hot chocolate.

The pull he felt towards Wille was undeniable, growing stronger each day. But the echo of his feelings for Erik still resonated within him.

That night, as Simon lay in bed, he found himself comparing the two brothers. Erik, with his intensity and the electric tension between them. Wille, with his warmth and the easy comfort of his presence. Both stirred something in Simon, but in such different ways. He fell asleep with his mind swirling, dreams filled with a strange mix of soaring ski slopes and haunting piano melodies.

The crisp December air nipped at Simon's cheeks as he made his way across the frost-covered school grounds. His breath formed small clouds in front of him, disappearing as quickly as the thoughts racing through his mind. He was so lost in contemplation that he almost collided with Erik, who was exiting the school building.

"Woah!" Simon exclaimed, stumbling slightly. Erik's hands shot out instinctively, steadying him.

"Careful there," Erik said softly, his hands lingering on Simon's arms a moment longer than necessary.

Simon looked up, meeting Erik's gaze. The world seemed to slow around them, the space between them charged with unspoken words and suppressed feelings.

"Thanks," Simon murmured, unable to look away from Erik's intense stare.

Erik's thumb absently traced a small circle on Simon's arm. "You okay? You seemed pretty lost in thought."

Simon nodded, hyper-aware of Erik's touch. "Yeah, just... thinking about some lyrics."

"Ah," Erik said, finally dropping his hands. "Your song. How's it coming along?"

Simon swallowed hard. "It's... it's done, actually. I was just about to record it."

Erik's eyes lit up with interest. "Really? That's great, Simon. I'd love to hear it sometime."

The air between them crackled with tension. Simon's heart raced as he considered his next words carefully. "Maybe... maybe you could listen to it now? If you're not busy?"

Erik's smile was soft, tinged with something Simon couldn't quite identify. "I'd like that."

They made their way the music room, the small space amplifying the nervous energy between them. Simon sat at the piano, his fingers hovering over the keys as Erik leaned against the wall, watching him intently.

Taking a deep breath, Simon began to play. The melody was haunting, filled with longing and uncertainty. As he sang, his voice trembled slightly with emotion.

Your eyes are a spark igniting my heart
But I’m lost in the shadows torn apart
You make me feel alive yet I’m scared to fall
Caught between the echoes and your call

As the last note fades into the night
I'll hold onto this bittersweet light
For in the spaces between you and me
There's a beauty in what we'll never be

A symphony of silent goodbyes
Hidden in the depths of your eyes
The crescendo builds in the unsaid
In paths we dreamed but never tread

He sang from his heart, letting go of all his emotions. As the last notes faded, Simon kept his eyes closed, afraid to see Erik's reaction.

"Simon," Erik's voice was barely above a whisper. "You are...that was... beautiful."

Simon opened his eyes to find Erik much closer than before, his expression a mix of awe and something that looked almost like pain.

"It's about..." Simon started, but Erik cut him off.

"I know," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I know."

They stood there, mere inches apart, the air thick with tension. Simon could feel the heat radiating from Erik's body, could see the internal struggle playing out in his eyes.

For a moment, it seemed as if Erik might close the distance between them. His hand reached up, hovering near Simon's cheek, but he stopped short, letting it fall back to his side.

"I should go," Erik said, his voice strained. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Simon. I... I loved it."

With that, he was gone, leaving Simon alone in the music room, his heart pounding and his mind swirling with emotions.

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The last day of school before winter break buzzed with an electric energy. Students rushed through the halls, exchanging holiday wishes and last-minute gifts. Festive decorations adorned every corner, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

Simon stood in the music room, his fingers absently trailing over the piano keys. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor. He could hear the distant laughter and chatter of his classmates in the hallway, but here, in this sanctuary of music, time seemed to slow.

A soft knock on the door pulled Simon from his reverie. He looked up to see Wille standing in the doorway, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," Wille said, stepping into the room. "I hoped I'd find you here."

Simon's heart quickened. "Just saying goodbye to the old girl," he said, patting the piano affectionately. "What's up?"

Wille took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Simon's.

"Remember that day in here? When I...um.. couldn't quite say what I wanted to?"

Simon nodded, his throat suddenly dry. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I think I'm ready now," Wille said, taking a step closer. "I promise I'll tell you today, before we leave for break."

Simon felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness course through him. Despite his suspicions, he decided to play it cool.

"Oh? Sounds mysterious. I'm all ears."

Wille opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, a group of students burst into laughter just outside the door. He hesitated, glancing towards the noise.

"Actually," Wille said, his voice low, "maybe this isn't the right place. Could we meet later? Say, by the old oak tree near the lake? Around sunset?"

Simon nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Sure, I'll be there."

Wille smiled, looking both relieved and nervous. "Great. See you then."

As Wille walked away, Simon stood rooted to the spot, his heart racing. He had suspected this moment might come, but now that it was so close, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursed through him.

The old oak tree by the lake - their spot. It was where they'd shared so many moments over the past few months.

Simon's mind raced with possibilities. He was almost certain he knew what Wille wanted to say, what had been left unspoken between them for so long. The nervous energy in Wille's smile, the way his voice had softened - it all pointed to one thing. And yet, a small part of Simon feared he might be reading too much into it, seeing only what he desperately wanted to see.

Sunset couldn't come soon enough, and yet he almost wished he could slow time, to savor this moment of anticipation, of standing on the precipice of something that could change everything.

When Simon was just about to leave, Erik appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Simon. Just wanted to say goodbye before I head out. Have a nice Christmas."

"Thanks, Erik. You too," Simon replied, his mind still reeling from Wille's words.

Erik lingered for a moment, his eyes searching Simon's face. Then he turned to leave.

Simon watched as Erik walked down the hallway, then suddenly paused. Instead of exiting the building, Erik seemed to change his mind, rapidly heading off in a different direction.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink, Simon made his way towards the old oak tree. The school was grounds were quieter now, most students having already left for their holiday break. His footsteps crunched on the frost-covered grass, the cold air nipping at his cheeks.

The lake stretched out before him, its surface a mirror reflecting the colorful sky. The old oak tree stood silhouetted against this backdrop, its bare branches reaching towards the sky. Simon's heart raced as he approached, scanning the area for Wille.

But the space around the tree was empty.

Simon checked his watch, then his phone. No messages. He leaned against the rough bark of the tree, trying to calm his nerves. Minutes ticked by, feeling like hours.

Just as doubt began to creep in, Simon's phone buzzed with a text. His hands trembled slightly as he read it, his eyes widening. Without hesitation, he turned and began to run back towards Hillerska.

His breath came in short bursts, visible in the cold air. The weight of his backpack thumped against his spine with each step, but Simon barely noticed. His mind was focused solely on reaching his destination.

As he rounded the corner of the school building, he saw a lone figure standing in the distance. Simon's pace quickened, a smile spreading across his face. The figure came into focus as he approached, and Simon's heart soared with anticipation and hope.

His feet carried him forward almost of their own accord, drawn by an invisible force he couldn't resist. With each step, the world around him seemed to fade away, narrowing down to just this moment, this person.

In that moment, a profound sense of peace washed over Simon. For the first time in his life, he felt truly complete, as if a missing piece of his soul had finally clicked into place. A warmth spread through his chest, and he realized that this was what it meant to feel whole. All the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him melted away, leaving only a serene certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

The figure turned to face him, backlit by the last rays of the setting sun. His voice, when he finally spoke, was barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of wonder and relief. They were simple words but it struck Simon like the final chime of a bell. The resolving chord his heart had long awaited.

"You came."