Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: ’What Are You Doing Here?’

Florian was agitated.

His footsteps echoed harshly against the cold marble floor, sharp and uneven like a frantic heartbeat. Every step sounded too loud in his ears, a harsh reminder of the storm boiling in his chest.

The sting wouldn’t stop.

It had started as a dull ache—manageable, almost forgettable. But now, it pulsed like a blade twisting deeper with every breath. Hot. Burning. Raw. Unrelenting.

It wasn’t his pain.

Not really.

It was the agony that came with wearing this cursed body—a body that still remembered the emotions of its original owner. A boy named Florian who had once loved, once hoped, once shattered—and whose soul still haunted these bones like a ghost chained to its own corpse.

"...Your Highness..."

Cashew’s voice floated behind him, soft and uncertain, trembling with concern. But Florian didn’t stop.

It was fucked.

All of it.

’Why now?’ he thought, eyes stinging as he stared straight ahead, not seeing anything at all. ’Why the hell is it hitting me this hard now?’

He had dealt with this before—the remnants of feelings trying to crawl their way up from someone else’s broken heart. But this? This was unbearable.

As if something inside him was clawing to get out. As if the original Florian had found a way to scream through him.

His ribs ached. His palms were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. His throat burned, filled with a pressure he couldn’t swallow down.

’Ten times worse...’

’A hundred times worse...’

"Your Highness..."

He wanted to scream. To rip open his chest and pull whatever it was out. Anything to stop this feeling.

And what scared him most... was that it wasn’t just the original Florian anymore.

This was him. He wanted to cry. He felt the heat behind his eyes and the trembling in his fingers.

’Is this him? Is he doing this to me?’

’Are you punishing me, Florian?’

That thought rooted him in place, his steps faltering into silence.

’Because I got too close to Heinz? Because I played the part too well? Because now Alexandria’s the one next to him and not you?’

His hands twitched, nails digging into his palms hard enough to sting.

’Then why do I feel like I’m the one being left behind?’

He gasped slightly, chest tightening.

’Why does it feel like it’s mine?’

"Your Highness!"

A sudden tug on his sleeve snapped him out of his spiral. His eyes blinked rapidly as he looked down.

Cashew. Pale, small, worried Cashew. Holding onto him like he might disappear.

"C-Cashew...?" Florian rasped, blinking again. ’Shit. I spaced out again.’

How long had he been walking without seeing?

How the hell was he going to lie his way out of this one?

Cashew would definitely ask what was wrong—why he looked like he was about to fall apart.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Cashew asked, "Why did you bring us here? I thought you said you wanted to go back to your room?"

Florian blinked again, this time slower. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

"...What?"

He looked around.

And his heart dropped.

"No..." he whispered. His voice cracked.

How had he not noticed sooner? Had his feet brought him here on purpose?

He was standing before a painfully familiar hall. The shadows of memories clung to the walls like ghosts. The scent of ink and old parchment still lingered faintly in the air.

And the door in front of him—tall, polished, intimidating—was his door.

Heinz’s office.

’No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen.’

Cashew tugged gently at his sleeve. "Your Highness?"

Florian took a step back, his breath hitching.

"We have to leave," he murmured, voice low, desperate. "We have to get out of here. Now."

’Before anyone sees. Before he sees.’

Cashew nodded, ready to follow.

But it was already too late.

The door opened.

’Fuck.’

"Well, I look forward to seeing you again, Your Maje—oh." A familiar voice rang out, lilting and cheerful.

A blonde-haired princess stepped into view, her smile bright, her cheeks lightly flushed.

Alexandria.

"Prince Florian. Cashew." She greets.

Florian felt something twist inside him. A sharp, visceral tug just beneath his ribs.

He forced a smile, lips trembling at the corners. It didn’t reach his eyes. It never did.

Cashew bowed beside him, graceful and silent.

"Lady Alexandria," Florian said evenly, though it took effort to keep his voice from cracking. "What a surprise to see you here."

He watched her carefully. Too carefully. Every movement, every breath. Her cheeks were still pink, her lips slightly parted from laughter. She looked... delighted.

As if something wonderful had happened behind that door.

It made his stomach turn.

’She looks so happy.’

’What did you say to her, Heinz?’

’What did she say to you?’

No—not his jealousy.

"Really?" Alexandria tilted her head. "I’ve been coming here a lot lately, but... what about you? What are you doing here?"

’Why am I here?’

’Damn it. Why did I stutter?’