Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 308. Third Visit sponsored by Patrick
When we arrived at the end of the hill and walked another hundred meters, I finally came back to my senses and jumped from Henry’s arms.
What the fuck am I doing here, clinging to him in front of everyone? Not that their opinion would really matter to me, but still.
I adjusted my clothes, feeling Henry snake his arm around my neck.
"Why?" He whined, as if me walking on my own two feet was some kind of harsh critique of his performance as a carrier.
"You did well; I just want to use my legs." I patted his face and pushed it away from me at the same time.
"Here," the little girl said, pointing toward a spot.
Henry and I took a closer look, and it was a similar situation to what it had been with Mr. Aslan, except that the woman and her counterpart were not on top of each other.
Instead, the woman was cornered against a tree, just a hair’s breadth away from the figure. It seemed that, contrary to Mr. Aslan, the woman had stopped moving at a certain point and had the luck that the figure had stopped as well; now they were ’only’ at a deadlock.
Still, the little girl’s mother was covered in sweat, staring with absolute horror at her counterpart while making sure not to make any movement.
She called the girl’s name without looking at her when she heard her voice. Maybe she just said something else.
"Does your mother understand our language?"
"Mrs. Suri!" One of the office guys stepped forward and called out.
"You know her?" I turned to him, and he hesitated before nodding.
"She works in our office, but I hadn’t seen her daughter before." The chubby guy looked at the caged woman with pity.
"I came... on a school trip." The girl explained.
Maybe the location of her school trip and the education seminar of her mother were near each other, and they met up by the building the portal opened in or whatever. Not important now anyway.
"This is a job for the commander." I said, turning back to him.
"You were present when I talked to Mr. Aslan. Do what I did." I commanded before steering Henry a few meters away, not minding the commander’s stern face that told me he had something to talk to me about.
"Explain about the portal tomorrow." Henry said when we were alone.
No. He was not the person I needed to explain this to.
I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down so that he sat on the ground against a tree.
I turned around and took a seat in front of him and leaned back against his chest, his arms automatically engulfing me in a hug.
"I need to talk to your present self about tomorrow."
Henry put his forehead against the back of my head and sighed.
"I am jealous."
"Don’t be. He is you." I flipped the table and flipped the coin, uncovering the letter ’P’.
The vortex tugged on me, swallowed me up, and removed my awareness before putting it back together and spitting me out in a body that wasn’t mine.
I opened my eyes.
That was strange; it had been so long since I had ’seen’ darkness.
Since enhancing my eyesight, I would always be able to see, no matter if it was day or night, dark or light—the moment I opened my eyes I could see, and that gave me a weird security.
But apparently, it was night on their side, and Patrick was currently lying in bed with his fucked-up human eyesight.
"Kenny?"
I flinched, looking to the side where the voice came from, narrowing my eyes and trying to see something when I was instantly whisked out of the bed.
The next thing I knew was that I was being carried out of the room, arms gripping me so tightly that it hurt.
"Henry?" I asked, trying to press down the foreign feeling that this body gave me as I tried to get a look at his face, but even in the corridor, it was too dark to see, and he held me too forcefully against him for me to move away and take a look at him.
"Henry, what’s going on? I can’t see anything." I wasn’t taken to an elevator but up a staircase at a speed that made my stomach turn even more.
The silence was stifling, and I finally understood that it wasn’t normal for everything to be engulfed in such deep darkness.
What about the indirect light that would show you which way to go or the light for the fire exit?
Didn’t the center have all these?
We arrived at the top floor, and I was brought through a metal door, the door to our room, I guessed, then confirmed it because of the moonlight coming through the window.
Eventually, Henry sat down on a bed, still gripping me tightly to him. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
"At last." He groaned, resting his head against mine.
"How much time went by? Four months on your side?" I asked him.
"Six months." He pressed out through clenched jaws.
What the...????
First one month (a), then two (b), now six (c)—so it was like this:
(a) * 2 = b
(a+b) * 2 = c
Which meant next time could be either:
(b+c) * 2 = 16 months
or
(a+b+c) * 2 = 18 months.
But no matter if it’s an additional sixteen or eighteen months...we would have been apart from each other for more than two years from the moment I had left this world.
I grabbed his hair to pull his head back, trying to finally see his face. When I did, I was a bit surprised by the intensity of his eyes.
What I could figure out, Henry should know too.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
His blue glowed in the darkness as he stared at me fervently. He also seemed to have matured a bit since the last time I had seen him. His face was more defined, and I could feel that he had apparently gained a few more muscles, which was unnecessary for his already ripped body.
"What’s wrong with the light?" I asked him in a feeble attempt to change the topic.
"Is that important?" He murmured, his eyes burrowing into me so overbearingly that his gaze felt like an assault.
"No." I didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Fuck, if I had been in his situation, I would have lost it already, seeing that I continuously disappeared from his sight, although I was aware that this was one of his biggest fears.
Henry leaned forward without letting go of me, opened the nightstand beside the bed, and took three envelopes out, placing them in my hands, with his hands cupping mine.
"Letter for you, my past self that is still with you, and the commander. Touch them, remember them, and try to conjure them up when you go back." He didn’t look at me, just at our hands.
The air around him had somewhat changed, and I could feel that he was extremely pissed off.
Well, as I said, I can relate. It’s my fault, fuck.
I touched the envelopes and prayed that I would be able to conjure them up.
"Tomorrow in my world, I had a vision of a portal opening to a street, no idea where exactly. I have a feeling that it is to our world, to this city." I told him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
His grip on me tightened, his expression rigid, as if he didn’t dare to truly believe my words, before he reached for his pants with one hand, pulling out a phone that he stuffed into my hands.
When I held it on top of the envelopes, he navigated it with a finger, opening a map of the city, while he pulled ’my’ body closer to him.
"Where?"
I looked at the map, trying to remember if I had seen something specific in my vision. I knew it was our city. A normal street, houses on the left and right, maybe one or two shops...
Henry zoomed in a bit, moving the map while staring at me, trying to find a sign, a hint that I recognized something.
Finally, I found a street near the city center. On the map, it seemed wide enough, with no apparent side streets or anything.
Henry stopped and changed the view to satellite, shifting the perspective so that I could look around.
The buildings looked similar, matching, I would say.
"I think that’s it." I nodded.
"I will be there," Henry promised; it sounded like an oath.
"And you will be there too." He completed the oath by himself, as if he was trying to shackle me with this prediction.
"I will. But my vision was cut off halfway, so I will tell you in advance..." I tried to swallow my words because I didn’t want to jinx it any further.
Henry chuckled chillingly.
"Don’t tell me... that you don’t have a good feeling about this?"
Well, this Henry had somehow become much more frightening than his past self—not that I was scared, but currently he wasn’t as cute as he was hot.
Ah, fuck, that sounded super gay.
"How is it on your end—"
"Don’t ask—read the letter when you go back. Tell me what had happened on your side." He demanded, pushing me down on the bed to crawl on top of me, cupping my face and staring into my eyes like some predator.
He didn’t even sit on Patrick’s body; he just hovered over me, conscious to touch only ’my’ face and nothing more.
It wasn’t even certain that I could conjure up the letters, but it seemed that I didn’t have a choice but to listen to him.
"I killed Kenny2." I blurted out and saw his expression fall.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Did you experience anything strange while sleeping?" He continued after a short pause.
I looked at him in confusion before I thought I knew what he meant.
"Did I sleepwalk previously? I hadn’t slept since killing him... It was only about two hours ago that I came to visit you."
"Two hours? NOT A DAY, BUT TWO HOURS?!" Henry roared, agony swirling in his eyes when I felt an untimely pull.
"Yes. Everything is alright; I will come back through the portal. I miss you; you are doing great." I rattled down, cupping his face in an attempt to calm him down.
"I will come back, don’t worry," I said.
"DON’T YOU DARE GO NOW! IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A FEW MINUTES SINCE YOU CAME!" He held onto my wrists as if he could stop me from leaving by doing so.
Fuck.
Seeing him like this tore me up.
"I’m so sorry! If you are patient, you will get a present—no, hundreds of presents; I’ll give you whatever you want!" I felt the vortex sucking me in, and like always, as if the heartache I felt wasn’t already enough, I could hear him mumble something—my sense of hearing leaving a step later than my other senses.
"It hasn’t even been a few minutes..." It sounded like a whimper, a whisper of absolute and utter loneliness.
