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81: The Fevered Watch
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Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 121: The Wellness Check
The morning light that filtered through the blinds was grey and unforgiving. It illuminated the stale air of Apartment 4B, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the cold.Elion sat on the floor, wrapped in a duvet, shivering. The temperature in the apartment had dropped overnight to match the outside air—a crisp fifty degrees. Without the radiator, the brick walls were just ice blocks."Cale?" Elion whispered, his breath puffing in a white cloud.Cale was sitting in the armchair, exactly where he had been all night. He was wearing Elion’s grey cardigan over his own black shirt, plus the heavy wool coat. He looked like a pile of laundry with eyes.Cale turned his head. His face was pale, waxy. His eyes were dull, the spark of intelligence dimmed by the cold that was seeping into his supernatural marrow.He tapped his wrist. Time."It's 8 AM," Elion said. "The sun is up. It should get warmer soon."Cale shook his head. Two slow squeezes on the armrest. No.He pointed to the window."It
Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 120: The Siege of Apartment 4B
The street outside was a carnival of support.Elion peeked through the blinds. Four stories down, a crowd had gathered on the sidewalk. They held signs painted with glitter and marker: WE BELIEVE YOU, HANDS OFF CALE, and TRUE LOVE IS SILENT."It's a mob," Elion whispered, letting the slat snap back into place. "A friendly mob, but a mob nonetheless."Cale sat on the sofa, his leg propped up on the coffee table. He was staring at the radiator, which was hissing and clanking like a dying steam engine."They are a perimeter," Elion said, turning back to the room. "Lysander can't send a extraction team through a crowd of teenagers with iPhones. It would be a PR suicide."Cale didn't respond to the strategic assessment. He pointed to the radiator. He tapped his ear.Listen."I hear it," Elion said. "It sounds like it's chewing rocks."Cale shook his head. He made a twisting motion with his hand."Valve?" Elion guessed.Cale nodded. He pointed to himself. Then to the radiator."You want to
Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 119: The Court of Public Opinion
The laptop screen was the only source of light in the darkened apartment, casting a bluish-white glow on Elion’s tired face.It had been two hours since he pressed Upload.Two hours of silence. Two hours of staring at the progress bar of a life being dismantled and reconstructed in real-time."It's moving too fast," Elion whispered, his eyes darting across the scrolling comments. "I can't read them all."Cale sat in the armchair, his broken leg propped up on a stack of books. He was staring at the window, or rather, at the grey rectangle where the window should be."The numbers," Cale said. "Focus on the metrics. Sentiment analysis.""I'm not an algorithm, Cale. I'm a person reading comments from strangers who think I'm brave or brainwashed."Elion turned the laptop so Cale could see."Look," Elion said. "One million views. In two hours. That's... that's impossible."Cale looked at the screen. To him, it was a wash of white light and black text. He couldn't see the red hearts. He coul
Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 118: The Grey Signal
The pill bottle rattled in Cale’s hand.It was 8:00 AM. The light in the apartment was flat and dull, filtered through the grime of the city window.Elion was in the kitchenette, boiling water for tea. He watched Cale out of the corner of his eye.Cale was sitting at the small table, staring at two small piles of pills. One pile was bright red—antibiotics for the infection. The other pile was blue—painkillers for the leg.To anyone else, the difference was obvious. Danger red. Calm blue.But Cale was hesitating. His hand hovered over the red pile, then the blue, then back again. He picked up a red pill. He brought it to his mouth."Stop," Elion said.Cale froze. The pill touched his lip."Which one is that?" Elion asked, walking over.Cale looked at the pill. "It is the... analgesic. For the pain.""No," Elion said gently, taking it from his fingers. "That's the antibiotic. You already took one this morning. If you take another, you'll get sick."Cale stared at the small, round tablet
Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 117: The Color of Memory
Morning in the apartment was different than morning in the mansion.There were no birds singing. There was no gardener raking leaves. There was just the scream of a siren three blocks away and the rhythmic clank-hiss of the radiator waking up.Elion opened his eyes.The ceiling had a water stain shaped like Florida. He had stared at it every morning for three years before the show. It was ugly. It was familiar. It was beautiful.He rolled over.Cale was sitting in the armchair by the window. He hadn't slept in the bed. He was fully dressed in yesterday’s clothes—the black jeans (one leg cut open), the grey cardigan.He was holding an apple. A bright, waxed Red Delicious from the fruit bowl Elion’s landlady had left as a "welcome back" gift.Cale was turning the apple over and over in his hands, staring at it with a furrowed brow."Cale?" Elion croaked, his voice thick with sleep.Cale didn't look up. "Elion.""Did you sleep?""I monitored.""The door is locked, Cale. We're on the four
Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend 116: The Safehouse
The city was loud.That was the first thing Cale noticed as the adrenaline of the escape began to fade, replaced by the dull, throbbing ache in his leg.The mansion had been quiet—a controlled environment of whispers and wind. But Brooklyn? Brooklyn was a cacophony of sirens, shouting pedestrians, and the rhythmic thump-thump of bass from passing cars.Elion parked the stolen production van in an alleyway behind a brick tenement building. He killed the engine.The silence inside the cab was sudden and heavy."We're here," Elion whispered. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.Cale looked out the window. Brick walls. Fire escapes. Trash cans overflowing with wet cardboard."This is the safehouse?" Cale asked."It's my apartment," Elion corrected. "Or what's left of it. I haven't been here in six weeks.""Is it secure?""It has a deadbolt and a angry landlady who hates strangers. It's the most secure place I know."Elion opened his door. The humid city air rushed in, smelli
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