LOGINsome years ago Elias Ward was declared dead in a plane crash. There were no survivors, no body, just the wreckage and a thousand unanswered questions. Lucas grieved. He let go the only way he knew how: by breaking quietly every single day. Elias came back. Alive. Different. Wealthier than ever. And with no memory of Lucas, or the vows they once made. Now they’re strangers with history stitched between them, trying to make sense of the pieces. But something doesn’t add up. The crash, the silence, the secrets. Elias starts to remember bits flashes of headlights, a chase, a crash that wasn’t in the sky at all. And the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous everything becomes. Someone didn’t just want Elias gone. They wanted him forgotten. But Lucas never forgot. He stayed. He waited. And now, standing face to face with the man who used to be his husband, he’ll risk everything to find out what really happened.
View MoreLucas woke before Elias. Not because of a nightmare. Not because of noise. Just naturally peacefully. He stayed still for a while, eyes half-open, letting the quiet breathe around him. Elias was asleep beside him, one arm sprawled across the blanket, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. There was something softer about the way Elias slept these days. Less restless. Less guarded. As if his body had finally learned to trust rest again. Lucas smiled faintly to himself. He didn’t move. Didn’t want to disturb him. Sometimes love meant letting the silence last. Elias finally stirred close to nine. By then, Lucas had already made toast, sliced strawberries, and poured tea. The radio played faintly in the background, soft static and a jazz tune drifting lazily across the room. Elias walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You’re up early.” “Habit,” Lucas said, setting down the butter knife. “I like mornings now.” Elias smiled. “Because they have me in them?” Lucas lo
The morning came slow. Lucas made toast. Elias made tea. Neither said much, but the silence didn’t feel stretched or broken. Just quiet. Like two people learning how to exist in the same rhythm again. Lucas sat by the window with his plate, legs curled up under him. Elias watched him for a while before speaking. “You seem settled today,” Elias said. Lucas nodded. “I think I am.” “What’s different?” Lucas looked up. “I don’t feel like I’m holding my breath anymore.” They ran errands together dry cleaner, corner store, a stop at the post office. Elias carried the heavy bag. Lucas gave directions even when they weren’t needed. It was simple, domestic. Nothing dramatic. But something about it felt new. Elias paused outside the post office, holding the receipt in one hand. “You know,” he said, “I used to feel like a guest in my own life.” Lucas turned to him. “And now?” Elias took a slow breath. “Now I feel like I’m allowed to stay.” Lucas smiled. “You are.” Back at th
The power returned just before sunrise. One soft click, and the fridge began to hum again. Lights blinked back on. The heater coughed awake. Lucas stirred in bed, eyes still closed. Elias lay beside him, already awake, watching the ceiling like it had something to say. “You feel that?” Lucas mumbled. Elias nodded. “Everything turned back on.” Lucas shifted under the blanket. “I liked the quiet, though.” “Me too,” Elias whispered. “We needed it.” Lucas opened his eyes slowly. “You think we’re different now?” Elias looked over at him. “No. I think we’re more honest now.” Lucas smiled softly. “Honest’s a good start.” Later, Lucas was folding laundry when he found one of Elias’s old sweaters. The blue one. The one Lucas used to steal just to sleep in when Elias traveled. He held it up, turning it in his hands. “You were always too small for that one,” Elias said, entering the room with two mugs. Lucas smirked. “Didn’t stop me.” “You looked like a kid in it.” Lucas shrugg
The power went out just after six. One soft click like a breath being held and then everything fell quiet. The fridge stopped humming. The lightbulbs blinked once, gave up. Even the old radio on the shelf faded mid-song, its final note swallowed by the dark. Lucas blinked into the dimming room, eyes adjusting to the half-light. “Did we pay the bill?” he asked. From the hallway, Elias’s voice floated back. “Probably. But the whole street’s dark.” Lucas walked to the window, peeking between the blinds. Elias was right every apartment up and down the block had gone black, except for the flicker of candles in a few windows, and the far-off thrum of backup generators breaking the silence. “Well,” Lucas said, letting the blinds fall shut, “guess the universe wants us to slow down even more.” Elias came into the living room, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. His smirk caught the faint glow of the streetlight outside. “We already move like we’re living in some slow i






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