Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: ’Florian’s Good Bye.’

Florian was quiet for a moment, simply watching him. His gaze no longer held the sharpness of blame, but the ache beneath it lingered.

"Well," he finally said, voice softer now, "first things first—you really need to start remembering everything, Your Majesty."

Despite the earlier bitterness, there was a trace of teasing in his tone. Light, but not playful. It almost felt like a tired sigh wrapped in words.

"I don’t understand," Heinz said, brows furrowing. "Why do I have missing memories? I... was under the impression I remembered everything from the first life."

"You only remember what you want to remember, I assume," Florian replied with a shrug. "As for why you’re missing things? That, I don’t know."

Then, did Heinz to this to himself?

That’s what he needed to figure out.

"You can’t tell me what I’ve forgotten?"

Florian slowly shook his head. "Not even if I wanted to. There’s something—something—stopping me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know what it is." He glanced at the other Florian under the tree. "Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s something else. All I know is I can’t show you everything. Not to him. Not to you."

Heinz followed his gaze to the other version of Florian—the boy who had stirred something inside him despite the walls he’d built.

"...Who is he, exactly?" Heinz asked, quieter this time.

Florian let out a low chuckle. "That’s not for me to say. That’s for him to tell you.’

Heinz’s lips pressed into a thin line. ’Time’s running out. I need to ask everything I can before this ends.’

"Then... what can you tell me?"

Florian’s expression turned more serious. "He won’t remember this conversation. None of it. And he shouldn’t. It might be too much for him. He only knows what you know—plus the fragments I try to give him. But even then, those memories come only when he’s overwhelmed. When his emotions spike."

Heinz felt the heaviness in his chest deepen. ’So he’s seeing pieces... without even knowing why.’

"He trusts the wrong people," Florian continued. "Not because he’s stupid. Because he wants to believe people are good. He thinks he’s protecting himself by choosing who to trust, based on who seems familiar or kind from what he thinks he knows. But really, it’s fear. He’s scared. And he doesn’t even realize it."

Heinz nodded slowly. He had noticed it—how easily the current Florian placed his faith in others like Alexandria, despite warning signs. But it hadn’t occurred to him that it came from fear. A subconscious defense mechanism.

There was a long beat of silence before Heinz asked, "...Was it you? His aversion to other men? Besides me?"

Florian looked at him, then shook his head.

"No." Florian answers with an unreadable tone. "That’s all him. Whether he says it out loud or not, he trusts you. He just recognizes that you’re safe."

Heinz’s heart skipped slightly.

’So it’s real. He really does feel safe with me...’

Florian glanced at him again and let out a breathy, humorless laugh.

"Don’t look so pleased. It only makes it hurt more."

Heinz blinked, caught off guard by the honesty of that sting. But Florian only chuckled again, a sound too tired to be sharp.

"No matter. He’s everything I’m not. It’s only natural that he sees you differently."

"...What’s that supposed to mean?" Heinz asked, cautiously.

"It means compared to our first life... I don’t see you as safe," Florian said simply. "And I never will."

His eyes locked onto Heinz’s with sharp finality.

"After all—you’re the one who had me executed."

The words landed like a blade. Heinz flinched—just barely—but enough for Florian to see it.

And for a second, Florian looked... satisfied. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Although Florian had said it with a half-joking smile, Heinz knew better.

’No... not yet...’

’Already...? No. There’s more I need to know.’

"I can’t say," he replied, walking toward him with slow, steady steps. "But—there is one thing I can say. Something I feel I’m allowed to tell you before you wake up."

Heinz tried to stay present, tried to push back against the pull. ’Just a little longer.’

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