DAMIEN'S POV It’s been a year. A year of muted mornings and nights choked with silence. A year since Adrian was swept away, a year since I last saw his infuriatingly handsome face. A year of living with a guilt so profound it felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, stealing my breath.I still couldn’t believe it. One year. Today.With trembling hands, I finally unlocked the door to his room. The cleaning staff had been in every week, dusting, vacuuming, making sure everything was pristine. A morbid ritual I insisted on, a futile attempt to keep him alive, at least in some small way.The air hung heavy, pregnant with ghosts. I stepped inside, the scent of lavender and sandalwood, his favorite, hitting me like a punch to the gut. My vision swam. He was everywhere. I saw him there, sitting at his desk, the lamplight haloing his blond hair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over some medical reports. He’d always wear those ridiculously oversized glasses, per
ADRIAN'S POVThe days bled then into weeks. Life in Norway settled into a rhythm, a far cry from the chaotic blank canvas I woke up to after the hypnotherapy went sideways.Luckily, Gayle was there. She was a constant, a brightly colored thread woven through the tapestry of my new life. And yes, she was a princess. Princess Gayle of Elyria, to be exact. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it."You look troubled, Gabe," she said one evening, her voice cutting through my melancholic reverie. We were in her ridiculously opulent living room, a space that still felt alien to me. I was sprawled on a plush velvet couch, while she perched gracefully on an ornate chair, a half-finished sketchpad in her lap."Just… thinking," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "About the life I can't remember. About… everything."She sighed softly and set aside her sketchpad. "It's okay to feel that way, you know. It's a huge thing to lose so much of yourself.""I know, I know. It's just… frustrating. I feel
DAMIEN'S POVThe bass vibrated in my chest, each thump a reminder of why I hated clubs. Yet here I was, crammed into this sweaty, pulsating mass of bodies with Adrian, reliving the glory days, or at least trying to.“Remember Mrs. Higgins?” I shouted over the music, leaning close to Adrian’s ear. "The librarian? Holy moly, I still can't believe we pulled that threesome off!"Adrian laughed, the sound a little strained. “Don’t remind me. I’m pretty sure I’m still paying for that with my karma.”We were mid-reminisce about our college conquests, a pathetic attempt to recapture a youth that felt both distant and embarrassingly recent, when the club door swung open, momentarily silencing the music. A waiter, looking flustered and out of breath, threaded his way through the crowd towards us, holding a bottle of wine like it was a ticking bomb.“Compliments of the house,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He slammed the bottle down on our table and scurried away as if afraid we’d ask questi
ADRIAN'S POV Her assurance was all it took. With a newfound sense of purpose, we made an appointment with the hypnotherapist the very next day. The thought of confronting my past, of delving into the depths of my pain, was daunting. But the promise of a new beginning, of a life free from the shackles of my past, was too enticing to resist."Are you sure about this, Adrian?" Gayle asked, as we sat in the waiting room, the air thick with anticipation. "It's okay if you want to back out. We can always cancel."I shook my head, my jaw set with determination. "No. I need to do this. I'm doing this for myself. And maybe… maybe I'm even doing it for Damien.""For Damien?" Gayle tilted her head, her expression questioning."Yeah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to let go of the romantic feelings I have for him. It's the reason our friendship was ruined. I don't want that anymore. I want to be able to see him again, without all the baggage, without all the hurt. I want to be
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. "You're… you're a literal princess? As in, tiaras and castles and waving to crowds from balconies?"She giggled. "Sometimes. Mostly it's just boring meetings and awkward family dinners.""This is ridiculous," I stammered. "Three months ago, I was mistaken for a prince when I just landed in the airport, and now I'm friends with a princess. My life is officially a poorly written fairy tale."Gayle reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "Hey, don't let it get to your head. It's still me, remember? Just Gayle.""But… why didn't you tell me?" I asked, still reeling.Her smile faltered, and she seemed to shrink back a little. "To be honest? I saw you before you even got the job at St. Jude's. I saw you talking to my mother, Queen Victoria, when she summoned you about that mistaken identity thing. I even… I even followed you home after you left."My jaw dropped. "You followed me? You were stalking me?"She blushed, her cheeks turn
ADRIAN'S POV The next day, I found myself standing near the cafeteria during lunch, scanning the tables for Gayle. The thought of actually seeking her out was unnerving, but the alternative... another solitary meal, another afternoon of suffocating silence, it was even worse. I saw her sitting alone at our usual table, reading a book.I took a deep breath and approached her. "Let’s… ahm… do you mind... ahm... if we have lunch now?” I said, the words stumbling out, my voice barely above a whisper.Gayle abruptly turned and openly gaped at me. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked completely speechless."Close your mouth, you look... ridiculous," I said to Gayle, a slight, teasing smile tugging at my lips. I couldn't help it. She looked genuinely surprised that I was actually engaging with her."Are you sick? Who are you? What have you done to my sulky friend?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. I scratched my head awkwardly, feeling the familiar heat creep up my neck