Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 602

It wasn't a tearful goodbye when Florian stood before the Thornfield family—also known as the original Florian's family.

Not really.

If anything, it left a hollow kind of disappointment in his chest.

He had invited them with hope. With the quiet wish that, somehow, he could return with them.

That he could give the original Florian at least this much—for his family to be whole again, for things to feel normal, even just for a while.

But thanks to Asher—and Heinz—that was no longer possible.

'I invited them for nothing,' Florian thought bitterly. 'I really did.'

Leticia, his mother, was the hardest to part with.

She was openly torn apart by the idea of leaving him behind. She clutched his hands, told him again and again that he could come home anytime, that Thornfield would always be his home.

And through all of it, she very pointedly ignored Heinz.

Florian noticed.

He also found it… oddly entertaining.

'Good for you, Mom,' he thought, almost fondly.

Then there was Kazaria.

"I can't believe you're staying here," she whispered as she hugged him tightly, arms wrapped around him as if she could anchor him in place. "I always promised I'd protect you. How am I supposed to do that if you're here?"

Florian froze.

He didn't know what to say.

So he did the only thing he could—he promised to visit. Promised that they could see each other again. Promised things he hoped he could keep.

Her words lodged themselves painfully in his chest.

Something about it made his throat tighten, made it harder to breathe.

'I miss you,' he thought suddenly. 'My Kaz.'

Kazaria reminded him of his own sister in ways he didn't want to think too deeply about. The way she worried. The way she loved fiercely and without hesitation.

And Florian knew—truly knew—how much Kazaria cared for her younger brother.

The same way he had cared for his own.

That realization hurt more than he expected.

But the strangest goodbye of all was Asher's.

Florian had expected indifference. Or a sharp remark. Maybe even something cruel, the usual way Asher spoke to him.

Instead—

Asher leaned in close, his voice low enough that only Florian could hear.

"You are my pride and joy."

And then he turned around and walked away.

Leaving Florian standing there, stunned, confusion swirling violently in his chest.

'What… was that?' Florian thought.

He watched Asher's back retreat, the words echoing again and again in his mind, heavy and impossible to place.

Of all the things Asher could have said—

That was the one Florian never expected.

Florian barely had time to process what Asher had said before the moment slipped away.

It was the dukes' turn to depart—which meant it was time for Florian to leave as well.

The weight of it settled in his chest all at once.

Even as the carriage preparations continued around them, Florian knew this wasn't just a simple departure. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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