All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Emmet did not know when exactly he had fallen asleep, but he had woken up the next morning with his head on Emmet's bed, his hand wrapped around Emmet's own, with a blanket loosely draped over his shoulders and wrapped around him, almost on the verge of falling down to his waist. The meal that he had neglected to eat the night before was placed a little ways a way, with a cover over it and a napkin draped over that further, the mug sitting next to the food with a little wooden circle sitting over the top of it. An additional glass of water had been added as well, sitting next to the remains of the night before, and a little card with bumps on top of them, something that Emmet recognised from his Aunt Minnie's cabinets, probably paracetamol, with a little notepad and pen next to that as well. Emmet turned back to look at Jasper, tracing over the thin skin of his hands and noting the slightly healthier flush that had retur

Lila walked out of the office, and immediately slapped herself, letting the pain carry out its due course of spreading out througout her skin, dying it red and tender. She then walked on and into the cafe, flipping over the closed sign, and then locking the doors, ensuring that nobody else was coming in. It was Sunday, and she was tired.

Lila regretted that she could not drink alcohol. The numbing sensation of it would have been useful in the walk home, the hot summer breeze nice on the back of her neck, but far too sharp for her in that moment. She wished for the pastel life where nothing was wrong, and everything was soft, fuzzy, and warm, like her blanket. She unlocked the backyard gate, and

The cafe was a far different place than Emmet was used to: an ugly tile floor sticking out like a sore thumb, and an extreme lack of the embellishments that Emmet had once derided. It looked wrong, plain, and just... off. There were no green plants lighting up the room, breathing life into the place, and the white, circular lights above Emmet's head, turned on b

Emmet had no idea about how long he had been loitering about Lila's kitchen, but he knew that by the time that she had arrived upstairs, ready to presumably cook the meal for the evening, he knew that he was hungry. She was rubbing at her eyes, an arm thrown out against whatever wall or surface was nearby, as she stumbled up the stairs and into the kitchen, tripping over the last stair and almost face planting the floor as seemed to be wandering around in a tired daze.