Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 618

It didn't take long.

Not long at all.

Florian had barely finished whispering his name when he felt it.

A presence.

A shift in the air behind him.

He was still lying on his side, back turned, eyes swollen from crying. He didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"What happened?"

Hendrix's voice was immediate. No teasing. No indifference.

Concern.

Real concern.

Florian closed his eyes.

'Of course he came.' he thought. 'He always comes.'

He didn't move.

"You knew, right?" Florian said quietly, cutting straight through everything.

He didn't have the strength to circle around the truth.

Not today.

Not now.

"Pardon?" Hendrix asked, clearly thrown off. "I don't under—"

"You knew I wasn't the real Florian."

Silence.

Thick. Heavy.

Florian slowly pushed himself up and turned around.

Hendrix stood a few steps away from the bed. His face was carefully neutral.

But his eyes—

His eyes were wide.

"What—"

"Don't lie," Florian said, his voice steady despite the redness around his eyes. "Please. Not today."

Hendrix studied him for a long moment.

Then he exhaled.

"Yes," he admitted quietly. "I felt it the moment I heard the news about you. I confirmed it the moment I saw you."

A faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips.

"You acted differently. My older brother treated you differently. And you had…" He paused. "…light in your eyes. The kind I never thought I would see in his."

Florian swallowed.

That stung.

But it was true.

"Why pretend?" Florian asked. "Why not confront me?"

Hendrix's gaze softened slightly.

"Because I didn't know your intentions," he answered honestly. "I didn't know how attached you were to my brother. Or what you planned to do with his body."

He looked down briefly.

"I wanted the prince I fell for back."

There it was.

Plain.

Unfiltered.

"I've been looking for a way to return him," Hendrix continued. "To get him back into his own body, but I didn't know if you would be willing. I didn't even know who you were."

Florian let out a shaky breath.

'I knew it,' he thought.

Of course Hendrix wanted the original Florian back.

It was the same reason he was still here.

"I want to go home," Florian admitted.

The words felt heavier than he expected.

"I've been searching for a way to give him his body back. I just… I wanted to make sure his life would be better first. That things would be different."

He pushed himself upright and sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped.

Hendrix stared at him.

"You… do?" he asked quietly.

Florian nodded once.

"The only reason I got close to you," he continued, "was because of that."

Hendrix blinked, processing.

"Then we're aligned," he murmured. "But wait—" He frowned. "Is that why you called me? To tell me this? Why now?"

His gaze sharpened.

"And were you… crying?"

Florian froze.

Heat crept up his neck.

He looked down at his hands.

Shame settled heavily in his chest.

"I…"

The words wouldn't come.

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