Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 242. Breathe (by bby)

Though I wanted to come up with a comeback, I suddenly fell silent.

Leaning down to me, his daring, stark blue eyes with a daring look in them, along with his daring words and a finger placed under my chin as if to emphasize his words, stunned me into silence.

A presence so engulfing and overwhelming, along with an expression brimming with life, making one want to snatch it, take it, and seize it for myself and myself alone.

In my first vision of Henry, he was filled with sadness and regret, hatred and thirst for vengeance—so different and yet so similar to now, the intensity of his feelings always pouring out of him, making me feel that these emotions were palpable.

I was never an especially cold-hearted person, at least, I would say so.

Yet seeing someone drown in their feelings, him being pulled in so deep that everyone around him would get drenched as well, was simply breathtaking to witness.

The mischief in Henry’s eyes disappeared; he turned dazed, just staring and without exposing any more of those many, many feelings.

Placing his forehead slowly against mine, he didn’t remove his finger; instead, he slid it down along my throat, over my collarbones, to my right chest until he was right above my heart.

Silently and softly, he tapped his finger twice against my heart, telling me so much without uttering a word.

My pulse shot up, not registering where we were, the others talking quietly about whatever, while we were in this corner that suddenly felt like a separate world.

My hand moved instinctively; my finger touched his skin, tapping twice on his chest, right above his heart.

The second time my fingertip made contact with him, the coin in my mind flipped; I caught it on my palm, my imaginary body moving without me wanting to; black; correct future of Henry; eyes and ears uncovered.

I stand inside an old house, in a room, only hearing heavy breaths before I spot a mattress on the floor.

Two bodies intertwined on that mattress, heavy breathing intermingling with hoarse moans.

From where I stand, I can see a naked man, his lower half covered by a silk sheet, revealing his strong back as he thrusts into someone.

"Breathe," he says, out of breath himself yet so cockily commanding the other.

The window on the right side above the bed revealed it was day, yet the sky was dark, heavily clouded, with a storm brewing on the horizon.

"Breathe," the deep voice commanded again.

My eyes remained on the window; I saw there were no other houses here, just harvested cornfields.

"Breathe."

I hear explicit sounds that only slow down right before the command comes, then accelerate again.

The walls are dilapidated, and inside this room is nothing but the thick king-size mattress, silk bedding, and an old closet.

But it is clean, and seeing the storm outside, I feel comfortable and cozy inside here.

I like that there are no houses around, providing privacy.

I like the dark green wall color.

I like that there isn’t much furniture here; it isn’t stuffed or cluttered.

I shiver from the sounds I hear and walk to the window without looking away from the fields outside and the dark clouds above them.

"Breathe."

I take a deep breath, watching a few trees amidst the fields bending with the wind.

There is no street nearby, no cars that would make noise; it would be lonely to live here by oneself.

But for two people, it wouldn’t be bad.

It’s beautiful.

I hear the breathing accelerating before the voice speaks again, this time sated and husky.

"I love you."

Coming back, I let go of Henry and turned away to finish putting on my clothes.

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In the evening, I had dinner here for the first time, the twins again sitting with us, while I didn’t see the red-haired girl after lunch again when she sat with someone else.

One of the twins, apparently the one I had talked to today, nodded at me, seemingly having warned the others.

There was no news of anyone being assaulted either, which I hadn’t anticipated; I thought they would at least call us to question us. Let’s see how this goes.

Regarding my vision, this time there was no Silver-Henry, which could mean that declining to test the DMT had already greatly changed the future.

So this drug would probably have had an effect on me.

Dodging one big mistake was already more than good.

Yet, when looking at the coin inside my mind, I didn’t know if it was because I was riled up by what I had seen or if it would have happened anyway, but during the last lesson, the table had flipped, the violet coin on it shining and pulsating ominously and doing so to this very moment.

I really felt like crap since seeing that, always trying to flip the table back, but I regrettably couldn’t.

I crashed onto my bed with a fucking headache, holding my forehead and closing my eyes. Henry had gone awfully silent since the situation in the changing room, just staying in the back.

Our first interaction since then was him bringing me a wet towel and cautiously placing it on my forehead.

"Headache?"

"Mhm."

He turned the light off and sat on the floor beside the bed. I could feel his eyes on me even without looking.

Something is inside me, something dark, was growing, spreading out along my veins and muscles.

I was so fucking dizzy, and I knew that I should tell Henry that something was not right, but I somehow did not.

Lying to myself that it would be better tomorrow, I closed my eyes, feeling the pulsing of the violet coin in every fiber of my body.

Was I going to explode? Would I destroy everything around me?

In a daze I found, if that was the case, what would it matter? Why should I warn anyone?

Wouldn’t it be much better to have them die in peace without knowing anything?

The next time I woke up, the darkness inside me had grown anew, the coin was still pulsing, and the violet light was giving me a headache—even with my eyes closed, I could see it flashing behind my lids.

"Henry, wake up." I sat up and shook him; he had apparently lain down beside me at some point and was now deep asleep.

I felt bad because he seemed exhausted, but I needed to tell him. Now. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Something is wrong." I tightened my hold on the arm beside me, feeling that he was a bit cold.

Should I teleport away from here? Should the giant’s power devour me, wouldn’t it be safer to be away?

No, I can’t leave without telling him.

I shook him again, asking myself if something was wrong with him, before noticing that he was not cold; I was hot— I had a high fever.

"Henry, wake—" I said louder before halting.

Wait, what did I just want to say?

What did I just want to do?

Yeah, waking him up.

Waking whom up?

Looking down, I saw a man lying inside the bed I sat on.... inside a room.

How long has it been since I was indoors?

I stroked the hair away that covered the man’s face, seeing someone I had never anticipated to ever see again, and how could I?

This was the guy that had never taken a liking to me, the guy who either ignored me or tried to stir up trouble, and the guy constantly telling me from our childhood on to stay away from his sister.

"Hannibal?"