Glenn J. Casiraghi

Drabble

Inspired by Let Me Go

"Mummy, why is daddy always staring at that flower bookmark?" A little boy, bearing a striking resemblance to Prince Glenn, looked up at his mother, his chestnut eyes full of curiosity.

"…I wonder." The woman replied quietly, her sorrowful eyes looking away from her son's gaze. She was the Princess of Oriens, Glenn's legal wife, a lady from a renowned family of wealth and status.

Their marriage was one by connections and ever since their first meeting, Glenn was unfeeling towards her.

The woman bit her lips, she understand fully that Glenn had felt no love towards her and that her sole duty of producing a heir for the royal family was long since accomplished.

Glenn sat behind his office table, barely casting a glance in their direction as his wife and his child leave the room. He fiddled with the pressed flower in his hand, reminiscing about the past.

"Where are you going?" Glenn gripped his childhood friend, Aria's wrists tightly.

"Glenn… It wouldn't work out for us. It won't, it can't!" Aria burst out loud, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"What do you know?" Glenn yelled, furious at his girlfriend for not believing in him, in them.

"Just… let me go…"

Glenn had finally found his childhood friend, the lover that he had been pinning for his whole life. But after their relationship was being found out by the King, Aria had received a harsh warning and was requested to leave the Oriens Palace at once.

Glenn had given chase all the way to Oriens airport, after realizing Aria's absence.

"I am not fit for you. I can't be with you… I am a nobody, Glenn, I am only… a mere… commoner…"

"What do you think you are saying?" Glenn shook Aria rather brusquely.

"Please."

"Is this what you really want?" Glenn released his hold suddenly, his eyes full of void and disappointment.

Aria smiled bitterly and nodded, before leaving a heartbroken Glenn alone in the departure hall.

Her tears wouldn't stop, and she can't stop crying even after she had reached Charles.

"Would it have been different?" Glenn whispered to himself, staring at the flower in his hand.

Glenn could imagine the perfect family with his beloved and he was sure that he would feel joy instead of becoming the cold monster he is now.

"Such fleeting happiness, if only I hadn't let you go…"

There is no love, only regrets.