Henry's POV
Feeling the familiar push, I stumbled forward.
Hahahahh, falling had never felt this wonderful.
Seeing the fire rings around me, I was sure I would land in the pool of paper planes, but instead, I fell into a pool of blood.
The iron fluid surrounded me, seeping into my clothes, into my nose and mouth as I sank deeply, fully surrounded, fully engulfed.
I moved my arms, instinctively trying to surface, and I eventually managed to swim up.
When I broke to the surface to take a deep breath, however, I was suddenly again standing on the flexible platform, felt the push again, and fell yet again.
Before I could process what had just happened, not a trace of the blood around me or on me was left, and I landed comfortably in the pool of confessions with all the paper planes I could have wished for.
Finally, finally, I am back.
Dazedly, I laughed, greedily reaching out for my confessions.
"Thank you, thank you, my love!" For coming to get me, for not leaving me behind.
