Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 544

As Heinz expected, Florian was shocked.

The prince's green eyes widened, his lips parting but no words came out. His whole body was stiff, trembling ever so slightly.

The disbelief was written across his face like an open book.

But Heinz wasn't finished.

No.

Far from it.

He still had more to say—more that Florian needed to hear. And even as the boy stood there, stunned and struggling to process, Heinz pressed forward.

"Initially," Heinz began, his voice low, steady, though his chest ached with each word, "I was confused. I questioned myself endlessly. Whether the feelings I felt were only because you were wearing his body. Whether what stirred inside me was nothing more than remnants of the love I once had for him."

His gaze bore into Florian's, crimson eyes unrelenting, refusing to let him turn away.

"But the longer I spent with you, the more I realized. I loved the original Florian—yes. That was real. That was truth. But…"

Heinz's throat tightened, the confession pressing hard against the weight of his pride. "…I also love you. Whoever you are inside his body. Whatever name you once had. Whatever past you came from."

He let his hand drift up, brushing against Florian's cheek, and felt the shiver that passed through him.

His skin was warm beneath his palm, fragile—so fragile. Heinz's thumb traced lightly over the curve of his cheekbone, as if trying to memorize the sensation.

'How can someone look at me with such fear and confusion, and yet still pull me in like this?'

"But," Heinz murmured, voice dropping, the warmth of his touch contrasting the weight of his words, "I couldn't forget the guilt. The pain I caused him. The betrayal. The nights I forced myself to erase. They haunted me. His words… his tears… the emptiness I carved into both of us…"

His jaw clenched as memories—broken fragments of regret—stirred behind his eyes.

"I couldn't escape it. I couldn't get the loss of my memories out of my head. I couldn't bear not knowing the full truth. So…"

He paused, his hand still cradling Florian's face, his eyes softening even as they burned with something deeper. "I asked Afton to show me everything. Every memory I had forced away. Every night I erased. Every piece of him that I had lost."

And even now, Heinz could feel the echo of those visions, sharp and heavy in his chest, carving old wounds open again.

"That was why I was gone for four days," Heinz said, his voice heavy, eyes darkening as though the weight of those lost fragments still pressed against him.

"There were too many memories buried… torn away. I could only return once I had reclaimed everything. Everything."

His crimson gaze flickered with shadow, sharp and unyielding. "Which meant I saw it all. I relived it all. Right up to the execution day. And when it ended, when the final memory struck me…"

Heinz's voice lowered, roughened by something between grief and rage. "…all the guilt I carried washed away. Because I realized the truth."

Florian's breath hitched. His chest tightened as his brows furrowed. "The… truth?"

Heinz nodded once, slowly, each movement deliberate as if sealing something irreversible. "About everything. About that night during my birthday. The reason…"

His words faltered for the briefest second, his jaw tightening. "…the reason I had him executed."

The silence that followed was crushing, heavier than any blade.

'The betrayal.'

It echoed like a ghost between them, cold and merciless.

The music was loud.

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