Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: ’Tell Me About Yourself?’

"How are you feeling now?"

Florian was curled up on Heinz’s lap, his body trembling as the hiccups overtook him. His eyes were swollen, cheeks streaked with tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. He had been crying for over an hour now—loud at first, then quietly, brokenly, like something inside him had finally cracked open.

The waterworks just wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t like him at all. But every time he remembered Luluwing—remembered that small, fluttering body he’d come to love—and all the things he’d gone through in this world, the grief welled up again.

Heinz didn’t speak much. He simply held him close, arms steady, one hand gently rubbing soothing circles on Florian’s back, as if this were routine. As if he was used to Florian collapsing like this.

"I-I..." Florian croaked, voice hoarse and raw. "I...feel fine. I’m..."

"You don’t have to lie, Florian," Heinz murmured softly, a little stern but kind. "You can barely speak. Just... calm down. We don’t have to move. You don’t have to do anything until you’re ready."

Florian said nothing.

He couldn’t even look up. His vision was blurred with tears, and the only thing he could see clearly was Heinz’s chest—right in front of him, solid and warm, since Heinz was holding him so tightly.

There was barely enough room to breathe. Just enough to exist. Not enough to escape.

His body shook as another sob escaped. "I don’t know what to do," he whispered. "I was fine... earlier. I... It’s not even my butterfly. It’s Florian’s... I’m... I’m supposed to go back to my own... to my own..."

’To my own world. To my own life. Where none of this was supposed to matter, where this is just a random story I’ve mostly forgotten about.’

Maybe it was because Cashew was always by his side now. Maybe it was because he hadn’t left yet—because he hadn’t had to say goodbye that it hasn’t sunk into him yet.

But Luluwing dying... it hit him like a blade to the heart. It wasn’t just a butterfly. It was the symbol of everything he’d quietly become attached to.

’I didn’t even realize how much I’ve grown to love this world... these people.’

He had always told himself he’d leave, but he wanted to do it knowing that the people he had come to care about would be happy. That the original Florian would be okay. That Cashew would smile without fear. That everything would be settled.

’But now... I don’t even know if I can go.’

He had to though.

Kaz was waiting for him, and the original Florian was probably stuck inside this body unable to speak, unable to have free will.

And now, crying like this—it frightened him. He hadn’t expected it. He hadn’t expected something like this would be what finally broke him.

He knew he cared. He just didn’t know he cared this much.

Heinz still said nothing. He just kept rubbing his back slowly, patiently, even when Florian began to sob harder again. The way Heinz handled him—so gently, so reassuringly—only made the sadness worse.

It made him feel safe. And that made it harder to keep everything in.

Every gentle stroke. Every faint, protective squeeze. It all told Florian: You are allowed to cry.

And it broke him further.

Because—

"Tell me about yourself," Heinz suddenly said, his voice low.

Florian stirred a little, blinking through the haze. "What?"

"I know you as Florian. But... since you asked me to have the God send you back to where you’re from, to who you really are..." Heinz’s eyes searched his. "Then tell me. Who are you, really?"

His voice was soft. Curious. As if he wasn’t pressing him, but opening a door.

’What am I even doing...?’ Florian thought to himself. ’Why am I teasing him like this?’

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