When the door opened again, Henry instantly took one big step away from , while I straightened up in my seat at once.
"What did your friends say about your new look?" My grandmother entered with two of her usual handso bodyguards, as if she owned the place, swinging her walking stick.
I looked at her and asked myself if this was the perfect hairdo, stunning features, etc., and couldn’t find the old dragon in these descriptions at all.
I put on a sad look.
"They found my tattoos ugly."
A satisfied expression erged on the mummy’s face, and she took a seat far away from on the other side of the round table. She wore black gloves, matching her black suit, while her hair was styled in waves but looked so stiff that it seed like a helt to .
Reaching inside her tiny little purse, she took a few pictures out, throwing them across the table.
I ignored them, while Henry took a seat beside and picked up the picture of a young woman, his face falling instantly.
"Did you see soone while entering?" I asked her, reaching for another picture with a middle-aged man on it.
"Your friends? I did." She said unhappily.
Oh, Sarge, if you wouldn’t even get noticed, you’ll have a tough ti ahead of you.
"What is this?" Henry’s voice had reached a freezing point as he shook the picture he held in his hand.
"All of them are renowned doctors, able to remove skin disfigurent. Choose one."
Henry slouched in his seat, relaxing again.
"Nah. Seeing that you hate them so much, I think I’ll get a few more." I chuckled and flung the picture back at her; it took off like a paper plane, landing on the other side of the room.
"If you stay stubborn, I will throw you out of the family!" The old dragon hissed before she stood up and walked to to slap on the back of my head, which hurt even more since she had leveled up before walking out again.
What did she even co here for? Just for this??
One of her bodyguards stayed behind to collect the pictures, including the one Henry gave him, before bowing and also leaving.
"Well, wasn’t that edifying?" I laughed when the two male nurses opened the other door, motioning us out.
Fine, I am tired as hell anyway.
Henry and I were brought back to our room, and although we hadn’t had dinner yet, I decided to skip it today as well and let myself crash onto the mattress.
Then I rembered sothing, but I didn’t want to go in the shower to talk again.
"Co here." I scooted to the wall, patting the bed.
Henry instantly hurried over, excited like a dog that had finally been allowed on the bed. I grabbed the blanket and held it open for him as he lay down, facing .
After putting the blanket over our heads, I adjusted to a comfortable position and looked into Henry’s stunned eyes.
"I saw sothing when I was in that floating chamber. A vision."
With his face turning sober, Henry nodded slowly, urging to continue.
"I was inside Harry’s body this ti; don’t ask why. I could move and thought at first that I was in my own body, so I went along with it. There were soldiers, and Harry was one of them. We attacked an enemy who was hiding inside a villa; he allegedly had eradicated three of our five cities. Anyway, it turned out that you were this enemy. With really long hair, and your eye color had turned silver, you were high on drugs as well."
"Where were you?" Henry asked.
"? I was inside Harry."
"No. Where was your real self at that ti?" He forced the words out as if they left a bitter taste on his tongue.
"I don’t know; I haven’t seen myself." Yeah, was I inside Harry’s body because my body hadn’t been anywhere close?
Henry turned pensive, looking down as if to conceal his emotions.
"If you weren’t with , then it ans sothing happened to you." His eyes snapped back to , arriving at the sa conclusion I had just ford.
"You said sothing to : Don’t touch the water, don’t take the drugs." I repeated, throwing Henry into another bout of contemplation.
"A vision warning you not to touch drugs after you discovered DMT, which can be classified as a psychedelic drug? That is no coincidence."
"Hmm... And additionally, you were on drugs as well. On DMT?" I followed his thoughts when Henry chuckled.
"If you die, it wouldn’t surprise if I turned back to old habits."
"Old habits?" I asked, already guessing where this was going.
"Yes. I was a junkie. After my parents’ death, my sister and I got a bunch of money, and with no one to look after us, we first disregarded any rules, which mostly involved eating sweets and staying up late. But later... there were drugs and... girls." He stared at so intensely that it nearly felt like an assault, as if he wanted to know my reaction no matter what.
"Now you are clean."
It’s his fault; everything is our fault, it’s MY FAULT, ALL MY FUCKING FAULT.
"Mhm." Again, those soul-stirring eyes captivated anyone who looked at them fully.
"You did well." I reached for a strand of his hair that lay on his forehead and lightly tugged at it.
"You did well under the circumstances given to you."
That he gave you; we gave you; I gave you. My counterpart, the giant, and I—what is the difference?
Look at what you have done; the consequences of your so-called awareness that you gifted without a second thought, not knowing, not caring who would further suffer under it. A constant curse of waking up and discovering, then waking up another to let them discover, and round and round we go until we all have awakened to see the ugly truth that had never been ant for our eyes in the first place.
You did it to Henrietta, and she did it to her counterparts. No matter if to warn or to accompany, making soone aware was the original sin that you distributed to these girls.
Ah, Kennith or Kenneth, no matter in which form, you are and will remain what we call a poison, because you will pollute everything that is good to you.
"Thank you." There was a smile in this dumb dog’s words, so unknowing, so trusting.
"I’m sorry." I croaked out, looking into those eyes full of feelings and emotions, so alive, so needy, so dependent on .
"I don’t care about the past; you are here now." Henry whispered, his breath tickling against my lips, so close, so fucking close.
With trembling hands, I grabbed his hand and bit into his palm near the thumb while looking into his eyes.
Henry stayed still, letting continue; only he adjusted his hand a bit so it lay comfortably on my cheek.
His eyes and his smile spoke to with assurance: ’This is what you really want, right?’
’You don’t want to bite ; you just want to caress you.’
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