All Chapters of Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Elion sat on the edge of the bed. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the bright afternoon sun that Cale had once said he loved, though he probably didn't remember why anymore.Cale was sitting in the armchair, his posture rigid, his hands resting on his knees. He looked like a guest in his own room."Cale," Elion said softly. "Can I ask you something?"Cale looked up. His eyes were clear, but they lacked the deep, layered recognition they used to hold. "Ask.""Do you remember the cooking challenge?" Elion asked. "The first one. Where we made risotto."Cale frowned. He tilted his head, searching the empty shelves of his mind."Risotto," Cale repeated. "Italian rice dish. Requires constant stirring.""Yes. Do you remember making it with me?"Cale hesitated. He looked at his hands. "I remember you were there. I remember you were... smiling. You had flour on your cheek later.""But the cooking?" Elion pressed gently. "Do you remember the way we moved? The way you handed me the s

The wind off the Pacific was howling again, rattling the glass wall of the A-frame house. It was a familiar sound now, a lullaby of nature that usually put Elion to sleep.But tonight, the bed was cold.Elion reached out, his hand sweeping across the empty sheet where Cale should have been. The fabric was cool to the touch. He checked the digital clock. 3:17 AM."Not again," Elion whispered to the empty room.He sat up, rubbing his face. Since the incident with the third deadbolt yesterday, Cale had been restless. The transition from "Surviving" to "Living" was proving to be harder than fighting a supernatural entity. Peace, it turned out, was loud.Elion climbed out of bed. He grabbed his robe and walked into the hallway.He saw the light downstairs. A single, focused beam cutting through the darkness of the living room.Elion walked down the stairs, his bare feet silent on the wood.Cale was sitting at the new oak desk. He was wearing his pajamas—plaid flannel pants and a grey t-shi

Elion held Cale as the tremors subsided.The room was still dark, the only light coming from the crack under the door and the faint glow of the city through the drapes. But the darkness felt different now. It wasn't just an absence of light; it was a presence. A witness.Cale pulled back slightly. His face was a pale blur, his eyes wide and haunted."I'm awake," Cale whispered, his voice rough. "I'm awake.""I know," Elion soothed, keeping his hands on Cale’s shoulders. "You're here. You're safe.""No," Cale said. He shook his head, a jerky, frantic motion. "We aren't safe. I saw him.""Saw who?""Death."Elion felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning."It was a dream, Cale.""It wasn't a dream. It was a meeting."Cale gripped Elion’s arms. His fingers dug in, desperate for an anchor."He offered me a deal," Cale said. "He offered to send you back. To Timeline 14. To safety."Elion froze. "Back to Lysander?""Back to a life where you live to be eighty-four. Where

The delivery truck rumbled up the gravel driveway, kicking up a cloud of dust that hung in the crisp December air.Cale stood on the porch. He was wearing a thick wool peacoat over his button-down shirt. He watched the truck with the unblinking intensity of a sniper tracking a target."It is early," Cale said, checking his watch. "The delivery window was 2 PM to 6 PM. It is 1:45."Elion stepped out beside him, wrapping his cardigan tighter around himself. He was holding a mug of tea, his knuckles white against the ceramic."Maybe the driver is efficient," Elion said. "You like efficiency.""I like accuracy," Cale corrected. "Early arrival disrupts the schedule. I was in the middle of analyzing the structural integrity of the deck stairs.""You check those stairs every day, Cale. They aren't going anywhere.""Wood rot is a silent enemy."The driver hopped out. He was a young man with a clipboard and a confused expression. He looked at the house, then at the ocean view, then at the two

The key turned in the lock with a heavy, satisfying clunk.Elion pushed the steel door open. The smell of the studio rushed out to meet them—turpentine, old paper, and the dry, dusty scent of a space that had been holding its breath for a year."It smells the same," Elion said, stepping inside.Cale followed him. He was not using his cane today. His leg was stiff from the drive, but he was walking under his own power. He stopped in the center of the room, scanning the space."It is... quiet," Cale said. "The acoustic profile has changed.""It's empty, Cale. We moved the furniture out last year.""The emptiness has a resonance. Like a bell after it has been struck."Elion walked to the window. He pulled up the blackout shade, letting the Brooklyn afternoon light flood the room. The dust motes swirled in the beam, golden and lazy."So," Elion said, turning back to Cale. "This is it. Our pied-à-terre. What do we do with it?""We renovate," Cale said instantly. "The wiring is still knob-a