The vortex spat me out, back into my body, and I could feel Henry still hugging me inside the crystalline world as I leaned against him.
I pressed my palms against my eyes to suppress the emotional turmoil over this fucked-up situation.
Here I was, able to lean on him, yet he was all alone there. Fuck. I hate myself, this situation, and that I conjured up his past self in the first place.
Even if I would have lost my mind completely, I wished it were only a few days for him and months or years for me.
FUCK!
Henry nibbled at my ear.
"Did he—did I do something?" He asked with a slight growl.
"No." My voice came out more choked up than I wanted to admit.
"Your present self is just going crazy with loneliness, and I fucking hate the fact that I can't do a thing about it."
Not for now.
This shitty ability had turned useless, and that's all because of the even shittier giant.
If you give me the power, then LET ME USE IT PROPERLY, GODDAMN IT!
