Henry's POV
Finally.
The 'present' had arrived.
I turned my head to the figure on the hospital bed.
But the skinny body that still had scars all over him, even after so much healing, thoroughly bald with red eyes, had turned into a black-haired, black-eyed young, unblemished man.
From his past, from his memories, this had now transformed into his space, and he was altering his appearance.
Pressure surrounded me; my knees buckled, and my eyes wandered to the floor, as if just looking at him was forbidden.
Feeling that for someone other than my Kenny was a sin worthy of death—but I didn't fight against it, preserving my strength for the right moment.
"You watched someone's memories without their permission...?" The voice had changed; it was not as distorted anymore—not coming from a throat that had been parched for who knows how long.
The bed creaked as he stood up, walking to me, then grabbing my head, his long fingernails digging into my scalp with the hood in between.
