[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Xion Is Dead

Darius didn’t remember anything. He simply couldn’t.

The only thing he knew deep in his bones was that he wasn’t in the right place. This place, wherever it was, wasn’t where he belonged.

He should be by Xion’s side. To watch Xion bathe in the moonlight, to watch him smile, to feel him rushing into his arms, to hear him softly scold.

But instead, all he felt was a gnawing emptiness. The more he thought, the tighter the pain in his chest grew. Each beat of his heart thudded out a rhythm of disbelief.

He watched the person on the sofa sleeping peacefully but dared not step closer to him.

"He is dead."

Knight’s words hit him like a million needles piercing straight into his heart. It started off slow before the realization slammed him with full force.

Dead.

How could that be? His thoughts recoiled from the truth. His brow furrowed as if his mind refused to grasp the finality of it.

The great Archduke of the north looked utterly confused.

Ray was standing near the corpse, his fist clenched at his side. The nails dug into his palm but the pain was nowhere near the shock he felt just a few minutes ago.

He had checked three times. Three long, unbearable times to be certain. But there was no breath to be felt, no pulse to be detected.

Xion was sprawled on the couch with his silky black hair framing his pale face. If not for the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, smearing the clean sheet beneath, they would have assumed Xion was simply sleeping.

But no, the reality was much more brutal.

After what felt like an eternity, Darius walked forward. His legs were wobbling as if he were just a newborn kid learning to take his first step. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He stumbled and then fell to his knees beside the sofa, right next to Xion’s head.

He reached forward, his trembling fingers wiping the eyesore of the paint at the corner of Xion’s lips. Paint, yes. It had to be paint.

However, the slight warmth of it scalded him like hundreds of suns. It seared through his reason and melted what little remnants of humanity he had left.

It was so viscerally red he could hardly bear to look at it, and yet his eyes refused to move.

A quivering breath escaped his chapped lips. Xion was here with him. He was safe. His beloved was just resting his eyes.

There was no way anything could happen to him.

After all, Xion was his heart and he was still alive, so Xion was too.

Xion had long since wormed his way into every corner of his heart, slipped into each valve, and filled every hollow space with that soft laugh and those brilliant oceanic eyes.

Yes, Xion was here. The young healer was present in his very soul.

Darius moved his arms slowly, bitterly, as if his joints had rusted. It hurt, everything ached, but still, he moved.

He didn’t know how he did it, but somehow, Xion was now lying in his embrace. The chill of the floor crept into his every pore, but he didn’t care. He cradled the small frame gently.

Xion was here.

No. Xion is here.

Xion is here.

Xion is here.

Xion is...

Xion is dead.

Xion was his very being and if he lost Xion, he would become heartless.

I love you, Xion, Darius thought desperately. I love you. I love you...

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