Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 608

Florian.

Florian.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

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Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

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Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

Florian.

Florian.

Florian.

The name echoed in his mind like a wound being pressed again and again.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

It drowned out everything else—the sharp gasps of shock, the voices calling his name, the ripple of fear spreading through the crowd around him.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

'Stop,' Heinz told himself weakly.

Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian. Florian.

But the more he tried to push it away, the louder it became.

Florian.

Florian.

"Florian…"

A single tear slipped free, trailing down Heinz's cheek as he walked forward, cutting through the crowd without seeing any of them.

He didn't know who brushed past him. He didn't care who stared.

None of it mattered.

All that existed was the ache in his chest, deep and unrelenting.

Pain.

No—this was worse than pain.

This was sorrow. Heavy, suffocating sorrow that pressed down on his lungs until breathing felt like effort.

"Florian… Florian…" Heinz whispered under his breath, the name trembling as it left him.

His mind betrayed him, filling with memories he hadn't asked for.

Florian's smile, bright and unguarded.

His laugh, soft and startled, like he was always surprised by his own happiness.

The way his ears and cheeks would flush red from the simplest touch, the smallest teasing gesture.

'He was always so easy to fluster,' Heinz thought fondly, but at the same time bitter .

Regret flooded him, sharp and merciless.

He had truly believed he would be fine.

That he could endure Florian leaving, that he could be patient. That being left behind with Hendrix wouldn't matter.

He told himself he was okay with it.

'It's only four days,' he had reasoned. 'I can give him that.'

He trusted Florian.

Even if he didn't trust Hendrix.

He trusted Lancelot too, trusted that the knight would do everything in his power to keep Florian safe.

To keep him from getting too close to Hendrix.

Four days.

That was nothing.

The original Florian and the one he loved now had endured far longer. They had suffered in silence for years.

'What's four days compared to that?' Heinz had told himself.

He wanted to give Florian space.

He wanted to give him freedom.

He wanted to be better.

But standing there now, with tears slipping freely down his face, Heinz realized something with crushing clarity.

The suffering hadn't stopped.

Not for Florian.

Not for him.

And he didn't know how to bear it anymore.

"Florian…" he whispered again, voice breaking.

More tears followed, falling without restraint as the weight of everything he had lost—everything.

Heinz shut himself inside his office the moment Florian left.

He had every intention of working.

He told himself he would focus on his duties as king.

On tracking down that damned man, Charles, and the red dragon. On reviewing reports. On finalizing Florian's village project.

He had plans.

But exhaustion caught up to him.

Days of tension. Sleepless nights. The truth about the original Florian.

The crushing guilt that came with realizing how deeply he had hurt both the man he loved and the version of him that existed now.

'I did this,' Heinz thought bitterly. 'I let them suffer.'

The weight of it pressed down on him harder than any battle ever had.

And without meaning to—

He dozed off.

It was the first time in his twenty-one years that his body simply gave in.

The first time he truly fell asleep.

Heinz had never dreamed.

Not once.

As long as he could remember, sleep had always been the same. Darkness. Silence. He would close his eyes, then open them again.

No images. No voices.

Just nothing.

But this time—

This time was different.

Darkness still greeted him at first.

Then light.

Then warmth.

And when Heinz opened his eyes—

He was no longer in his office.

And what he was seeing wasn't a memory.

It wasn't the past.

It was something else entirely.

A future.

One that should have been.

"Daddy!"

"Mummy, look—!"

Heinz turned at the same time Florian did, and the sight stole the breath from his chest.

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