Calvin could feel his wings.

It was in the place of his shoulder blade, and it was only a small piece now, but Calvin knew that it wouldn't be long before that strange bony bulge would begin to grow, stretch, and weigh heavily on his back, making it extremely difficult for him to even lift his arm.

What horrified him was that after so many years of the illegal operation in the underground clinic, Calvin was so familiar with the goddamn wings when they reappeared, as if the pair of strange and misshapen wings had been there for the past ten years.

More than the sharp pain in his back, Calvin was on the verge of a mental breakdown because of the ominous omen that was infinitely looming at him—the man who instilled in him the theory of the so-called "chosen one" day and night when he was a fragile and small child.

["You are destined to be different, Calvin, this is your destiny ......"]

Daniel's ghostly whispers came from the distant past, and Calvin shuddered from the memories that came to mind.

He probably lost control for a moment—Calvin's memories of that time were only vague, and the only thing he knew was the chaotic and real pain.

Other than that, Vigilli's voice sounded as indistinct as if it were coming from three hundred meters from under the water.

Calvin ...... It's going to be fine...... Other...... Calm ......"

Those fragmented syllables are so incomprehensible, at least for Calvin today. However, it is undeniable that it is also the continuous reassurance and companionship of Vicilly that allowed Calvin to slowly sober up from the chaos.

"It hurts......"

Calvin whispered, and then fell silent as he began to adjust his breathing to try to get things back on track.

After consciousness returned to his body, Calvin first felt the body temperature of the young man, and that peculiar, reassuring aura.

His body was still a little out of control, his hands and feet were still spasming slightly, and at this moment, he was lying on Vigilli's knees.

His companion was holding him hard, his lips pressed against his sweaty hair.

"It's all right, Calvin, it's over......"

Calvin heard Vicili repeat.

Almost as soon as Calvin quieted down, Vicili noticed his return.

"Oh God, Calvin, Calvin, are you sober, right?

The green-eyed youth looked ecstatic.

He finally loosened his grip on Calvin.

Calvin allowed Vickyli to carefully lay him flat on the bed.

Virgili poured Calvin a glass of cold lemonade, and Calvin tried to pick it up, but his hands trembled like a ninety-year-old Parkinson's man. Some water poured out of the mouth of the clear glass and landed on the blanket.

Vigili then took the cup from his hand, and the young man put one hand on the back of Calvin's neck, and with the other he brought the glass to Calvin's lips.

His movements are skillful, gentle, and with an imperceptible desire to control.

Naturally, Calvin sipped lemonade from his hand like a child under Virgil's control.

He realized how thirsty he was when the cold liquid trickled down his throat, and probably because of this, he didn't notice that Vigilli's gaze had been resting on his slender neck.

While Calvin struggled to calm his body and soul with lemonade, Vigilli rolled his throat as if he was suffering from thirst.

"You're better, aren't you?"

When the cup was empty, Virgili said to Calvin, who smiled a little, and then suddenly leaned forward and wiped the remaining sweat and tears from Calvin's face with his cuffs......

When Virgili retracted his hand, Calvin saw blood stains on Virgilli's cuffs, and he realized that he had just had a nosebleed from his overagitation.

You don't have to look in the mirror to know that he must be looking very embarrassed and pathetic now.

As for Virgilly, of course, he still looks like the handsome, loose, and a little too young rich boy, but that doesn't mean he's not embarrassed.

In fact, both men sitting on the bed looked in terrible shape.

Vigilli's clothes were disheveled, his pretty, soft brown hair was drenched with sweat, and strands were attached to his forehead, while the skin of his exposed neck and wrists was covered with red scratches, some of which were bloodshot, and Calvin even saw a visible tooth mark on Vigilli's arm, which was undoubtedly his masterpiece.

"Damn—"

Calvin looked at Vickyli and couldn't help but moan.

He couldn't figure out what he had done during that time of confusion, but based on his experience, he had gone mad. The same thing had happened before, but it had been a long time ago: two or three years after Calvin had been adopted by Dr. Holden, he had occasionally fallen into this utter irrational nervous breakdown because of the Adventists he had to come into contact with in his life.

He will scream, howl, try to hurt himself, and then attack people who try to approach him like a frightened cat. According to Dr. Holden, this is a post-traumatic manifestation.

The benevolent and forgiving old man calmed the adolescent Calvin with a brand new family, telling Calvin that everything was all right, as long as Calvin was strong enough - even Calvin himself believed that it was all over.

Who would have thought that one day he would become an embarrassed madman in front of Vicili.

"I ......"

Calvin held out his hand weakly, his fingertips touching the bite mark on Vigilli's wrist, and he noticed that Vigilli shivered slightly.

"I know you're sorry. But it's not your fault. ”

A soft voice came from the young man's mouth.

Calvin looked at Virgilli, and then realized that the latter's eyes were still as soft as silk when he looked at him.

"You're just experiencing PTSD. Vigili whispered.

"I, stress disorder? God, you're talking like I'm a victim. ”

Calvin retorted flexibly, his voice hoarse, but not as weak as it had been when he first woke up.

"But you are. ”

Virgili looked at Calvin and said firmly.

"I-"

Calvin looked up and glanced at Vicili.

There was a moment of stiffness between the two of them—it was clear that they didn't need much explanation, but they both knew exactly what they were talking about.

The fire in Angel Town, or to put it more accurately, the massacre.

And Virgilli's youthful face showed a rare toughness.

He squeezed Calvin's hand hard and leaned forward slightly, "Honestly, I shouldn't have told you about this, Fugg said we should give you a little more time, but I still want to say - you didn't do anything wrong." ”

Calvin opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't organize the words, he could only watch as Vicili's lips moved: "We haven't talked much about this since that explosion......, have we? You're not cold-blooded enough to ignore that thing. ”

"I just wanted to say that those people were supposed to die, you just did what you were supposed to do. ”

"I killed those people. ”

Calvin replied coldly.

Virgili gently stroked Calvin's face, his hand unexpectedly cold and smooth, but inexplicably reassuring Calvin.

"Those people are sinners. ”

"But I'll kill them anyway......" Calvin's breathing became a little rapid again.

Vigili came a little closer.

Calvin could almost see his own reflection in Virgilli's emerald green eyes.

"Calvin, you know I'm really infatuated with your goodness and purity, but at this moment, I'm almost going to hate you for this beautiful quality. You're driving yourself to death, your guilt and your sense of morality...... It shouldn't be put on those guys. Virgili paused, "Think of that little girl. ”

He said.

Calvin shuddered.

"Calvin, don't let your goodness and morality be the shackles that afflict you. ”

Vicgilli whispered into Calvin's ear, his lips touching Calvin's earlobe, dropping a series of feather-soft kisses.

Calvin was almost convinced.

Even though he could still feel the bone spurs in his shoulder blades burning, he still felt that he might just have PTSD as Vigilli said.

However, the presence of wings did not leave room for Calvin to escape from reality.

Calvin knew it was inside him......

"My back—"

Calvin spoke abruptly, but quickly stopped talking.

His abrupt halt seemed to cause Vicilly to misunderstand something.

"The wound on your back is a little infected, that's why you're in such pain. Fugg said he would figure it out. Of course, I think he should at least have the painkillers ready. ”

Virgili said distressedly.

"It's not about the wound. ”

"What?"

Virgilli paused for a moment.

Calvin stared straight into Virgilli's emerald green eyes, his lips twitched slightly, and after a moment he spoke slowly, "It's not a wound...... It's wings. ”

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